National Geographic : 1932 Nov
00 Photograph byCapt. A.W. Stevens WHEN A QUIET MAINE TOWN BECAME ROME FOR A DAY All roads led to Fryeburg, Maine; also, to the Conways, New Hampshire, and other points in the center of the band of totality. Cow pastures be came observatories, cottages became inns for a night, farm hands were "bell hops." Remote railroads with infrequent trains ran fleets of excursions; dirt roads which knew no traffic police were patrolled by State troops; refreshment stands and smoked-glass venders flecked every major highway. No other modern spectacle of Nature ever attracted the crowds that thronged to view the total eclipse of August 31, 1932.