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CAPITOL LIMITED (B&O)
Trip date: September 8, 1969
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Written and Photographed by:
Paul
Rayton, Hollywood, California, US.
This article originally written: Jan. 2, 1972. Re-type of article: May 28 - June
5, 2019 |
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“C&O
/ B&O Want Passengers? You Bet!!” cried the sign adorning the upper level of
the building. We were approaching the entry to Grand Central Station in
Chicago. I glanced up the extra-high clock tower of the soon-to-be-closed
station. The clock still worked. A jet plane moved into view high above, in
the distant background … like a raven circling the doomed.
We had selected the CAPITOL LIMITED for our trip from Chicago to Washington
(D.C.) for one overriding reason: the timetable indicated a “Strata-Dome
Lounge (May 27 to Sept. 8).”
Reasoning that domes were a rara avis in the eastern part of the
country, our decision was simple.
[Also we considered the relative fares: similar accommodations via Penn
Central to Washington would have been $4.30 less expensive, but would have
included a change of trains –- at 6AM -- in Harrisburg (PA), and would not
have included a dome car nor the meals (dinner & breakfast) which were
complimentary on B&O tickets for 1st class passengers in the sleeper.]
In fact, judging by the equipment list, the CAPITOL sounded like a totally
civilized train, and we couldn’t wait for evening and a quiet chat in the
Capitol Club lounge, with its magazine library and all.
Our trip on the CAPITOL had actually started two weeks previously, with a
phone call from Los Angeles to Chicago to set up up our travel plans. It
would have taken days (they claimed) for the C&O / B&O offices in Los
Angeles to make the arrangements, days we didn’t have. Thus, to make our
plans we had to “spend our nickel” to make long distance phone calls.
There were to be three in our party. “You’re in luck!” came the voice from
Chicago, “I have just three roomettes left!” I asked to be put on the
waiting list for a bedroom. Additionally, they would not hold the space
without my money up front, so I had to write a confirming letter, with
payment enclosed. (Was I a devoted traveler, or what?!?)
Now inside the Chicago station we checked in with the ticket counter and I
enquired about the prospects of being assigned one of those bedrooms. Our
name was there, still on the waiting list – behind three other names. No
Bedroom for us. And how many others had sought Bedrooms this day but not
wanted to bother with the insecurities of the waiting list?
With extra time before boarding the train, we looked around the dark,
cavernous station. There was a gift shop (of sorts), all closed up. Its
stock still hung inside the iron-grilled windows. I saw some large shopping
bag-like thing proclaiming the thrill of the on-board movies, offered in
bygone days on the B&O.
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About
20 people were already at the entry gates, milling about outside of a big
sign that said, “CAPITOL Akron-Youngstown-Pittsburgh-Washington-Baltimore;
Leaves 3:40pm.” About 20 minutes prior to departure, the gates were opened
for boarding.
The sign had also indicated 4 coaches, 2 sleeping cars, and a diner. We
actually only found 3 coaches and 1 sleeper, plus the dining car. The summer
travel season was done, it seems.
The boarding tracks of Grand Central Station were under a huge domed rain
shed, like an overgrown Quonset Hut. One of the drawbacks of this design was
its inherent attractiveness (not to mention accessibility) to the local
pigeon population. One of the “residents” took the opportunity, as we walked
toward our car, to vent his frustration on our traveling companion,
providing a singularly inauspicious beginning to our trip.
As we boarded our [“Chessie Starlight”*] sleeper, I noted words painted on
the trucks of the car, “Lub. Chi. 8-29-69.” This sleeping car was recently
serviced, it appeared, and seemed to promise a pleasant comfortable ride, at
least.
My wife & I had Roomettes #1 and #2, directly over the wheels. Our companion
had Roomette #9, at the extreme opposite end of the car. (The bedrooms of
this sleeper occupied the central part of the car, with the 10 Roomettes
divided between the two ends of the car.)
The sleeper had a most inviting interior appearance. There was a bright red
rug along the corridor floor, and a light paint scheme to the interior
walls, livening the often-drab sleeper visage. It gave the impression of a
luxury hotel.
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Departure
was on time, and we set out for the dome car to watch the cityscape meld
into farmlands. There was an iron gate across the access to the dome itself,
and the Conductor promptly told us that we couldn’t go up there until he had
all the tickets. “Where are you sitting, anyway?” he demanded. I explained
that we were from the sleeping car; now he relented slightly, but still
insisted that we wait at the base of the stairs until he had all the
tickets.
So we waited, missing any views of the Chicago skyline. Eventually, a
Brakeman came and allowed us to go on up.
The “dome” car was one of the major disappointments of this trip: it was a
low-profile thing, with a maximum super-elevation of only about 1 foot over
an average coach roofline. It was a real curiosity piece to me, having only
experienced Budd-built “Vista Domes” on western railroads, and was clearly
designed to meet height restrictions of tunnels, bridges and/or eastern
electric catenary.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stand full upright even when standing in the
center aisle.
The large flat windows were dirty, too. They hadn’t been washed in three or
four days. Because of the design, we were obliged to sit hunched over in the
seats in order to see out the tiny side windows of the dome. The dome was
uncrowded.
We couldn’t quarrel too much, though, for where else would one find any dome
through Indiana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania?
We ate dinner at a fashionably late hour. The menu was limited to four
entrées, but of adequate variety to please most appetites. Roast Sirloin of
Beef, au jus, listed at $3.95, inclusive. Also available were Deluxe
Maryland Crab Cakes, tartar sauce ($3.75) and Roast Young Turkey, cranberry
sauce ($2.75). A combination Ham and Turkey sandwich, classified also as a
dinner (with appetizer, dessert, and beverage) was $2.35. I didn’t see
anything listed for lesser a la carte service.
The dinner was served “in the C&O / B&O tradition.” Whatever that was, we
found our Roast Beef to be tender, succulent, subtly spiced. It tasted fine
but was not very hot, worse luck. There was no choice of vegetables; the
“snowflake potatoes” tasted like instant, and neither they nor the green
beans were hot, either.
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The B&O dining cars were sometimes known by a nickname “Iron Horse Taverns”
and their most distinctive mark was their china serving ware. A motif of
“progressive motive power” around the rim of the plate depicted in blue on
white drawings various engines from the history of the B&O, including (among
others) the Tom Thumb (1830), the Mogul (1875), and their first real
diesel-electric (1937).
The central areas of the plates were also illustrated, as well, with various
scenes from the B&O system. The design made the plates reminiscent of,
perhaps, Delft china, or maybe “Blue Willow” patterns, with a railroad
motif. It was quite an experience to have a meal served from this place
setting. (These plates may be purchased even today [1970 – ed.] by writing
the B&O Transportation Museum, Baltimore, MD, 21223.)
After dinner we returned to the dome for more viewing. It was dark by this
time and I was surprised to see that the several “lumps” I had observer
earlier on the roof toward the forward portion of the dome car, and which
resembled lights, actually were lights –- and they worked! They were turned
on, facing outwards from the car, making an effort to light up the outside
night. It was mostly a feeble effort, but it was the thought that counted.
Another disappointment of the CAPITOL LIMITED was the sort of overstatement
of the services. The timetable promised a “Chessie Tavern”, and the “Iron
Horse Tavern”, and the “Capitol Club.” In reality, these were all integrated
into the one dining car. I never did see any magazines, and the drinks were
served from the kitchen, based on a listing inside the dinner menu.
My final disappointment of the trip was our sleeping car. Despite that
recent lubrication job I’d previously noted, it was noisy as all getout.
Every time the train would venture around a curve, a long, slow
s-c-r-r-e-e-e-a-k would emanate from directly beneath our beds as the wheels
shifted, maintaining alignment with the tracks. I had noticed the noise from
the first, when leaving Chicago, but reassured myself that use would warm it
up while traveling and it would correct itself. It did not, and the noise
effectively dispatched any vestigial chances of sleep that night. Over the
wheels is bumpy to begin with, and that noise was the last straw.
In the wee hours, I sat in my roomette and watched as we sped along the
Beaver, and then the Ohio Rivers. Tiny lights across the river marked homes,
factories, towns. I kept wondering where we were, and when would we get to
Pittsburgh? And around Pittsburgh, I watched for flames shooting skyward
from steel manufacturing plants, but it was a quiet night for pyrotechnics.
I must have rested some during the night, but when morning arrived I
felt a bit droopy.
While preparing for the new day we were passing through the deep backwoods
of western Maryland nor northern West Virginal. Tall trees chopped the early
morning sun into a golden strobe light, and we twisted and turned along a
stream passing sleepy hamlet and tiny town in our rush to the big city. It
was hard to believe that in under two hours the landscape would make a
transition from these mountain country shacks to the buildings of our
nation’s Capitol.
We were impressed with the scenic beauty outside, but our breakfast(s) would
be a more substantial way to get set for arrival in Washington. The food was
ample and hot – and served on that blue china again. Prices (for those in
coach) ran from $1.60 (two eggs) to $2.00 (two eggs with ham.) Prices
included juice, toast, and beverage. Hot or cold cereal was available a
la carte.
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Childrens
many from dining car
The diner was somewhat more crowded this morning, commuter coffee-drinking
types riding in from Martinsburg and Harpers Ferry. There had been about 50
“long haul” passengers.
Approaching Washington was quite impressive: looking forward from out the
side of the vestibule door [we had given up on the dome!] you could see that
we were headed directly toward the Capitol Building. We arrived right on
time at 9:15am.
I would grade the track “C-”, and the general attitude of the crew as
“fair”.
Interestingly, we apparently rode the final regular fun of a dome car on the
CAPITOL LIMITED. It was the last run for the summer season (as per the
timetable), but we assumed it would reappear in the summer consists of 1970.
It never did.
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*The distinction between C&O trademarks and B&O trademarks had become
somewhat blurred with their latter-day joint operations.
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