A train pulled into Union Station. It had been travelling overnight from New York City, bringing the British prime minister to Toronto as part of his North American tour. His stop in the Big Apple had been big news. Reporters flocked to cover the event, including a young journalist from the Toronto Star by the name of Ernest Hemingway. Soon, he’d be one of the most celebrated authors in the world, but at the time he was making do with a modest salary from the newspaper. He was coming back to town on the very same train as the visiting prime minister, spending much of the sixteen-hour journey leisurely drinking and joking around with the other reporters. But as the train came to a stop at Union Station, he rushed down the steps onto the platform. He’d just received word, a few kilometres back: his wife, Hadley, had given birth to their first child. He needed to get to the hospital as quick as he could.