Mr. Thurtle's trolley : a novel | Collections | The Huntington

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Engert, Cornelius Van Hemert. 1 letter (1922) to Lady Agnes Adams, Washington, D.C
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Upon returning to the States he was ordered to Washington. As he was passing through New York he renewed the acquaintance of a woman he had met three years before and they are to be married.. Mr. Engert has just been made First Secretary of Embassy and Assistant to the Chief of the Near Eastern Division of the State Department.
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View of rush hour shows Los Angeles Railway trolley cars lined up on East Seventh Street
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Los Angeles' streets were still dominated by the trolley car when Dave Redinger opened a private engineering practice early in 1914. This view of rush hour shows Los Angeles Railway trolley cars lined up on East Seventh Street, waiting their turn to cross the equally busy Main Street. All of these trolleys, and much of downtown Los Angeles, was receiving electricity from the new Big Creek power plants.
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Doheny, Mr. and Mrs. E. L. - Ferndale Ranch
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A set of negatives of an album given to Wallace Neff by Mr. and Mrs. Doheny, 1929, at the completion of their house. A note from Neff Jr. says he had these negatives made before he gave the original album to Monsignor Weber of the San Fernando Mission in 1994.
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Henry Huntington in 1904, when he was known as the "Trolley King."
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Henry Huntington in 1904, when he was known as the "Trolley King." [COURTESY OF HUNTINGTON LIBRARY] Pg. 53.
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Spensley, Calvert. 1 letter (1941) to Lady Agnes Adams, Devonshere, England
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Mr. Spensley's wife had been a good friend of Lady Agnes. Eventually he lived with his French servant.
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"'He was the ghastliest hitch-hiker who ever thumbed me,' says Archer, recalling how it all started. And by the time the man was stowed into Archer's car so much blood had been pumped out of the round hole in his chest that the body was almost lifeless. By the time he reached hospital there was no life at all. But on the way, Archer had stopped for help at Kerrigan's motel, and his reception there didn't come up to what a good Samaritan might except. Archer, who had no business in this little desert town and didn't know a single soul living--or dying--in it, had to postpone his journey to Sacramento to give evidence at the inquest. And being Archer, he didn't spend the time sitting in a hotel bedroom; though he would have been a lot more comfortable if he had, because there was precious little time for sleep once he started finding out why that body had a hole in it"--Dust jacket.
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