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adding other strains as the music of our Nation goes on (Clipped from Editorial Page of Globe Democrat) "Train Whistle" - Remember the far-reaching, lonesome sound of the whistle in the days when steam engines came puffing and clattering into the small villages? Train whistles have sounded far across the level prairies; they have sent their message along fertile river valleys; their lonesome, high pitched whoo-whoo-who-who has echoed among hills and 43 mountains. There was something famihar and yet strangely mysterious about the long-drawn call in the darkness of night as the train rushed along like a jeweled snake. Men and boys gathered in small gray depots across the nation to wait for a train to come in with the milk cans and the egg crates and the thin sound of the whistle was pleasant to hear. A train whistle is primarily a practical thing. It blows for the country-side crossings and to herald the train's arrival at a depot. But before the era of the Diesel with its brassy blast, a train whistle was more than a utilitarian warning. It spoke of conquest of frontiers; it told of mountain passes and vast plains compassed by man. Time marches