National Geographic : 1942 Mar
Two people sleep when one goes Pullman DICK IIL1.L'S lighted Pullman speeds swiftly through the night. Snow whispers at the windows, tugs at the vestibules, swirls and eddies in the glow of the lights silently mounts in feathery drifts over a hushed landscape. In the warm cheer of the Lounge car, Dick Hill puts out his ciga rette. He closes his book, says good night to the couple across the aisle, strolls slowly through the train to his berth. Toilet kit and dressing gown in hand, he enters the spacious dressing room- scrubs up for the night with pip ing-hot water and plenty of clean, white towels. He says good night to the smil ing porter and goes to his berth hangs up his clothes, fastens his curtains, turns in between crispy clean sheets in a bed as soft as his own at home. A last, lingering look at the rush of snow past the window-a flick of the switch on.the reading lights, a satisfying punch at the two fluffy pillows-then the last, shivery little snuggle before warm, dreamless sleep. Dick Hill likes Pullman travel. Tomorrow morn ing he'll be where he expects to be. But he's not the only one who's sleeping because of that snug, cozy Pullmanberth. A hundred miles away, Dick Hill's wife puts away her knitting, shuts Spot in the kitchen, opens the front door and looks out. The snow is deeper, here-fall ing faster, from a sky that looks black and angry. A car inches its way along the street, plowing white furrows with its wheels. Dick Hill's wife smiles a little puts out the porch light, locks the door, tiptoes upstairs. She looks in on the children, undresses and goes to bed. Ten minutes later, she's fast asleep-with the same drowsy little smile playing around her lips. Dick's snug and safe in a Pull man-all'swell! For comfort, safety and dependability -GO PULLMAN "Mention the Geographic-It identifies you."