The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-28
ETIQUETTE OF THE CAR.
STORY OF A YOUNG MAN WHO
WENT OUT ON AN EXPERT VENT.

he First Started for the Smoking Car,
Then He Tried TO Get Els Handker-
chief Out of His Hip Pocket, and Teen
He Had a Wretched Time Trying to
Fish Out His n cket-Discovery of bis
Horrible Blunder
From the Chicago Tribune.
The well-known inability of men CONF
fortably seated in a crowded railway car to
see woman or any number Of women who
may happen to be standing in the aisle is
sometimes ascribed by sarcastic foreigners
or indignant southeners to an unfortunate
or adiectively profane infrmity of eyesight.
have always had theory that this in
trinity is caused by prevalent and equally
unfortunate inability on the part of women
to perceive that they are under any obllga-
tions to the man who gets up from his COM
Portable seat in a street car or railway coach
after hard days work down town and
stands patiently mile after mile in order
that some thankless. gigglng young female
person may not be put to the in
convenience of Standing. | have seen
a middle-aged man of portly habit
rise in a horse car and give his seat to a
young woman, who took it without even
bestowing glance upon him. / have seen
gers sitting next to her to crowd closer to-
gether and make room tor pimplY young
man to sit by her side, the two expanding
| afterward sufficiently to occupy the space
made by the next person who got up to
| leave the car.
With view to testing my theory arrayed
myself one spring-like day not long since
in female apparel belonging to discreet
| relative and started for ID, as 1t were, on q
reformatory mission. IL had any clearly
defined idea in my mind it was that would
either give useful object lesson to other
| human beings travelling in skirts or would
gain some useful information myself.
Being youth of somewhat feminine APP
| pearance, bad no doubt Of my ability to
make my disguise effectual, and covered my
| face with onssof those short, tantalzing
| wells that half conceal, half disclose the
| features Of the wearer. | boarded subur-
| ban train in the outskirts OF the city. NV
| first experience was not reassuring. From
| force of habit started to enter the smoking
| car.
Hold on there, lady" shouted the brake.
| man. That's the smoker"
| The blush that overspread my lace as
| quickly stepped on the platform OF the next
car was not simulated. 1t was as genuine
| as the real tears that Clara Morris sheds on
| the stage, and my embarrassment was not
mitigated by the stare of undisguised amaze
| ment with which lot Of Jeerlng youngsters
on the station platform favored me.
"Ain't she a corker2" heard the ungal-
liant brakeman ask the conductor after
had gone inside the right car. And the
unchivalrous conductor replied with far
reaching horse-laugh.
The car was crowded.
please take my seat madam" said g
large, elderly gentleman whom recognized
as a prominent educator connected with 9
well-known suburban institution Of learn
ing.
THANK you, sir" | said, with distinct
emphasis and a graceful inclination of tbs
head; and stepped forward to take tbs
seat. He stared at me q moment in colo
astopishment.
"Beg pardon, madam" he rejoined
''but was speaking to the old lady behind
you"
Amid the subdued filters Of several i'm
polite passengers I moved on toward tn
other end of the car
A red-headed young lawyer. wearing
high silk hat, half rose, looked at me
pumped down into his seat agaia, an
went on reading his morning Tribune Tn
profuse thanks l bad begun TO offer died o.
my lips.
A theo reticalIy horny handed son Of toll