Last fortnight, some 2,500 of the quiet, precise persons whose natural element is card catalogs, rubber stamps, sharpened pencils and orderly multitudes of books, gazed out of the windows of special railroad trains at the Rocky Mountains. At Lake Louise, Banff, Glacier National Park and other places they had located in bold print on the atlas, the travelers emerged from their cars, sighed with admiration, took snapshots, bought and addressed post-cards—"Dear Harriet: Just dandy out here. Wish you were with us. Arrived at 4:37 and leave tomorrow morning at 9:22. Love to all....
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