In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable. – Manfred von Richthofen
The very first time I was on a car in Atlanta, I saw the conductor – all conductors are white – ask a Negro woman to get up and take a seat farther back in order to make a place for a white man. I have also seen white men requested to leave the Negro section of the car. – Ray Stannard Baker