136 TOBACCO. 



Pullman. Vain effort ! From regions unknown 

 comes the same sickening vapor. 



A great responsibility rests on railroad direc- 

 tors who encourage the tobacco-habit, not only by 

 running special cars for the benefit of smokers, 

 but by providing for luxurious offenders rooms in 

 the palace cars, whence the fumes and sometimes 

 the accompanying profanity find their way to many 

 an innocent victim. 



In order to make your travelling connections 

 you are doomed to pass several long hours at a 

 station. In the Ladies' Room is posted conspic- 

 uously — Smoking positively forbidden. All in 

 vain ! for through the telegraph window comes 

 pouring in that same perennial stream. 



TWENTY MINUTES IN A SMOKING-CAR. 



Once, strange to say, I spent twenty minutes in 

 a smoking-car. It was on approaching Hoosac 

 Tunnel, and as this was the rear-car, it was our 

 best point of observation. Over and above this, 

 however, I admit that I made the most of the 

 occasion, urging this singular visit, — greatly to 

 the surprise and protest of my companion, — 

 because I desired the enlightenment of my own 

 sis:ht and smell and hearing. 



Yet it was with a half-guilty feeling that I stole 

 in behind him, almost as if I were seeking en- 

 trance to some Tartarean abode. The sense of 

 hearing was not offended, as an instant hush fell 

 on the surprised-lookim? smokers at the unwonted 



