The Washington times., 1904-04-17

sprang out through the door and bound
ed away. The owner followed. calling TO
me to wait till he caught him.
AT 10th street while the car was
crowded with shoppers. discovered a
woman standing on a crossing ahead.
She Wanted to Know.
we came to stop there and
reached up for the bell by way Of a re-
nlinder 70 her that we were late and
she should step lively. She stood quiet
~ on the street and asked:
Where is No. 6 West Ninety-ninth
streetT'
Get in and I wiz show you as we
pass" said.
I don't want to set in. want to
know where it is"
! stared at her in amusement.
Did you stop the car to ask me
that7" 1 asked
Don't you get angry, young ma4.''
she said. and I replied: Il think that the
next street is No. o."
At Fifty-ninth street a young man
with very important air stood up
suddenly and shouted to me:
Conductor, stop the cart"
stopped it on the next corner.
Give me transfer back UP the
street." he demanded.
/ refused, Of course. He Immediately
told me that 1 was not onto my lob,
and he guessed didn't know his father
was a Senator at Albany. This discus
sion lasted for some time.
on the car at Fifty-ninth street and paid
a fare. At Forty-second street he sud
denly got up and demanded a transfer.
You should have asked for it when
you paid your fare gently admon-
ished him.
You give me the transfer and don't
talk back. My uncle is director OF
this road. He win fix you"
Hard Days Work.
had read Mark Twain myself and
was up 20 the trick I gave him the
transfer, however. and let him off to
escape another quarrel Bat now I
began to realize that no matter what
some one had just called you. no mat
ter how your blood boiled over the last
incident, it was very important that
when some other person spoke to you
you should come up with a smiling face
and never a tremor in your voice.
There is something suggestive in an
irritated tone that viii embroil you with
a whole carful Of people If you let it.
The day drage ed on with all sorts of
troublesome and irritating disturbances.
! Finally I went to the tutor conductor
and asked him what was the matter
with me He replied that there was
nothing the matter
I had, he said. kept my temper re
markably well. and had had fewer
scraps than the ordinary conductor in
weeks run. II / stuck to the work
would get hardened, and when I was
I could sleep like a top though 1
knew that five hundred letters were
being written to the management asout
me.
In spite of my troubles and the abuse
that had been heaped upon ne. I still
had faith that the temper of the aver
age American citizen was comparatively
even. During the week I had expert
enced much kindly treatment at the
hands of men and women who seemed
to syHnpathize with me, and had some
idea OF the difficulties Of my position.
I was devoutly thankful for this.
Nevertheless I could take oath thar
one conductor in New York had earned
his salary by the writhing OF his nerves
The Motorman's Troubles.
1 discovered during my first week as
a conductor that the troubles of the
man inside the car are no greater than
those of the mOtorman. There are
great number Of truckmen and car
rage drivers who delight to make diff
culties for the man on the front plat
form OF the car
Truckmen get into the tracks ahead,
and. on pretext of having heavy loads.
refuse TO turn out and let the car pass
till they have delayed il for five or even
ten minutes. There are innumerable
people who like to walk across IN front
OF the cars in imminent danger OF their
lives
Truckmen sit by the hour on their
wagons abusing the mOtormen who are
trying to hurry past 70 their destina-
ton. II the mOtorman so much as re-
plies to the reproaches thrown at him,
the truckman Is of his perch with his
sleeves rolled I'D ready for a fight
The continual watchfulness necessary
on the part OF the mOtOrman wears on
his nerves and in the end produces men,
tai and physical disorders that cannot
be made up by salaries or vacations.
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