Arizona republican., 1901-02-27

to give her their nickles and let her pay all the fares, because she has a lot of cents she wants to get rid of. And yet the woman might just as
 we'll keep the cents and use them her.
 self. She knows the conductor isn't
 allowed to turn them in with his fares
 and that they will give him lot of
 bother, but that doesnt cut any ice
 with her. It's the beastly selfishness of
 the thing that makes a conductor mad.
 "The company forbids lis turning in tine cents, and he has to get them changed. Nobody wants to be bothered
 with that sort of request. except the
 tradespeople with whom he deals, and
 he's miles away from home when he
 finishes his stunts and is ready to go home. or course. he has to keep the cents himself, but he often hasn't the right change to put in their place, and he has hard time straightenin~ things ou't-alk because the women have a era zy fancy for paying their fares with cents"
 ''TNhe other day" put in one of the chorus. "a woman. dressed to kill. handed me 20 cents to pay four fares and didn't faint. I just made for the back platform where I could get fresh air. Our turn comes though. The next dty who should get on the car but the same woman. She gave me a quarter. 1 ran my hand into my cent pocket and pulled out her 20 cents.
 Tag, I said. and gave her the whole 20. linen l ran. She was it .and kept my fingres crossed until she got off the car''
 Gents are better'n nothing" said the sad eyed conductor. What I hate is the woman who says she gave you quarter and wants her 20 cents change"
 Lots of her, isn't there" said the chief spokesman. "She always knows, because she had one quarter in her pocket when she got on the car, and now it Is gone. You've got to have an awful TOW or pay her the twenty cents and stand the loss yourself.
 Sometimes she's honest and mistak- en and sometimes she's dead beat hut you're out 20 cents any way you fix It. The other day aN old lady work ed the racket on me. I knew she had given me nickel. but I couldn't prove it. and she scrapped until everybody on the car thought was a thief so I made her a present of the twenty cents and shut up.
 Pretty soon the woman fumbled around in her bag for something and her eyes kind of bulged. She took some thing out and called Conductor | stepped inside the car and she handed me twenty cents.
 T want to tell you loud enough for everybody to hear she said. that I've found that quarter, and that I'm a stubborn old fool Say, I could love that old lady"
 "I struck something better than that" chuckled another conductor "A wl5m- an gave me a quarter last week, and when l tried to give her change she wouldn't have it-said she knew she gave me a nickel. because she didn't have a quarter. That just put me even on the last two women Who had lost their pocketbooks.
 "Same old pocketbook gag" growled the chief talkar
 A slim, jolly-faced conductor plunged into the talk.
 "The women are the incest things go- ing. whep they are nice" he said. The trouble is so many women think they are ladies because they have money and good. clothes. They don't take into how much We have to upset our nerves and tempers and they expect us No be good natured and pa tlent under anything.
 "A woman gets on at Twenty-seventh street and tells you to let her off at Van Buren street. Nine hundred other wo- men get on later and want you to let them off at some particular street. You do the best you can. but you aren't a cash register. and you forget the Twen- ty-seventh street woman who was go- Ing to Van Buren street. You carry her | by three blocks and then the murder | comes out. and hully gee, what a rak- | Ing, fore and aft. you get.
 There's no other class of men in Chi- | cago that stand as much undessrved | abuse as the street car conductor. We | catch 1t on every trip of every day, and | elmost always from a woman. I've | been on five years and I've never been abused by a man unless he was drunk. | I've never got through | day without | having some woman give me particu- lar fits. and yet I try to be as decent as anybody.
 "A woman doesn't sigma; you In time 10 stop the car at her corner, or, if she loes, your strap doesn't work. or your notorman has grouch, and the pas senger Is carried on block She turns | gatling gun on you. There is no use irving to apologize or explain. She loesn't listen and she goes off breath