The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1915-10-30

ooHO PidSO. IHCy diO I"O uuoy POI
sons. Both have been in the schools
for long time and have a fine home
in Evansville. 1 did not tell you that
Mr.. Gaines was in Kentuck, but his
wife was in charge. She is woman
well trained, having taught in the pub
lie schools of Covington, KY, for a
long time.
Getting around in the city, met
many people, including the teachers,
and at night heard DR.. Ransom deliver
his able lecture, "What time is the
Clock Striking Nowf" 1t is fine. 1
was indeed delighted to hear it.
1 went home with Prof. and Mrs.
Davis, while DR.. Ransom went to the
home of Mr.. and Mrs. w. A. Gaines. 1t
was about LAS when a taxi sounded
his noise, reminding me that he was for
me to 60 to the stable to take the iron
wagon for Nashville. DR.. Ransom was
on hand. was soon ready and we
started for the L. & N.
Going to the stable, it was not long
before the wagon pulled in, and when
we went to get on, were shown to the
front end of the smoker, where we were
informed we would have to ride. Of
course, we could have gone in the other,
but it was not long before we crossed
the river ana were saved of the trou-
BILE of moving. 1t was indeed con-
trast from our morning ride.
Several ladies who had been to Cali
fornia and other places took their seats
in there too, and one of them started
q protest with the conductor. She said
the car was dirty, and he told her if
she would show him any dirt, he would
have it cleaned. "You have not a
chair car, that's ALL" he said to her,
"and am sorry that you do not have
these things. Your people should pro-
test at the proper place, for am with
out power or authority in this matter"
Now 1 am in a Jim Crow car, but
when 1 got in it, 1 refused to call it
James Crow or any other kind of crow,
because I was in there I felt that L
should bring it up to where I was. I
was a frst-class Kansas farmer gentle
man, and nothing less than that would
do me. We soon crossed the Ohio river
into Kentucky. 1 remember when they
got to Henderson, and then some other
station down the road, the thing filled
ND, and we were crowded for short
time, and the lively passengers got of,
and we remained into it until we reach
ed Nashville.
When we stepped off, who but Rev.
J. C. Caldwell to meet and greet us
here. We went out home with him, and
L sent my outfit to the home of Bis
hop Evans Tyree where 1 am staying
during my stop over in Nashville.
1 had in my mind that I would have
to walk in the middle of the streets
here, because I have heard so much
talk about the south. I really thought
I was going to find the White folks
down here with horns, and I was expect
ing every minute to be lynched. For
the first few hours in Nashville, my
mouth was in my heart. But I am nor
NAL now and getting around just like
I do in Kansas.
I have never seen anything like
Nashville. All the street cars 60 under
one big house, and there you transfer.
You look until your car comes and you
get on it without any ticket or any
thing else.
All that is necessary for you to do is
to get on. In the car you will see two
signs one in front and the other be-
hind. s'This end for White passen-
gers.'' "This end for Colored Passen-
gers" They start from the ends and
ill up. If the Colored fills up the car
first then they have it, and if the
White fills up first they have it. The
question hinges on who gets there first.
Sometimes you find the cars equally
divided. They all mingle together in
this big house I was telling you about,
except they win not sell rs any soda
in there, but we can look at the White
folks drink IL.