National Geographic : 1941 Nov
Mr. Me oes to town I HAVE a wholesale grocery business out in the Middle West. About twice a year I have occasion to go to Chicago, and talk things over with some people I deal with. I suppose I might go to Chicago the cheapest way I can. But I don't do it. I always go Pullman. I pay a little higher rail road fare, and it costs me $2.90 for a lower berth. And I figure it's money well spent. In the first place it bucks me up. I just plain feel more important when I ride on a Pullman. Another thing. While I'm no scared-cat, I do like feeling safe, and knowing I'll get to where I'm going and not somewheres else. And traveling in a Pullman is like staying in a fine hotel. Take the washroom. Everything in it is spot less and well-arranged. They dish out spanking clean towels by the dozens. The hot water is hot, not tepid, and the soap lathers up the way soap should. Your berth, if you've never ridden a Pullman before, will bowl you over. The bed is a big bed, more than 6 feet long and plenty wide. There are reading lights, and a shelf for your books or magazines. There are hangers for your clothes, and a net hammock for socks, handker chiefs, underwear and so on. When I get in the berth, I feel plenty cozy. And do I sleep! Mmm, like a log. And, as if all this wasn't enough, there's the porter. He takes care of me as though I was the only fellow on the car. Gets me up exactly when I ask him to in the morning. Brings me a drink of water if I'm thirsty at night. Beats me to the draw with an extra blanket if it's cold. And in the morning, he has my shoes shined and my clothes brushed, so that I feel pretty good about the way I look. Also, when somebody asks me how I came down, and I say "Pull man," I get a quiet kick out of it. May be a little small of me, but I think most folks feel that way. COPR. 1941. THE PULLMANCO. For comfort-Go Pullman * "Mention the Geographic-It identifies you."