National Geographic : 1941 Dec
Dear Ma: This is ME-in a PULLMAN! Well, Ma ... here I am taking my first trip in a Pullman. And every time I take one of my lazy six-foot stretches I sure am glad I'm riding by Pullman. Riding most ways is just riding. But riding by Pullman is living! And the service, Ma-just look at all I get on a Pullman... Take the porter... He calls me "sir" and treats me like a king. (I bet he thinks I'm much older than 19.) He takes my bags and shows me my berth. He makes my bed. He shines my shoes. He brushes my clothes. He brings extra blankets, extra pillows, even a drink of water at the press of a button! (Gosh!) And the bed, Ma! With two pillows, fresh, snuggly sheets, and a nice soft, comfortable mattress, like the kind we have at home. All mine, Ma! Plenty of room to stretch and turn. Class, Ma? Listen! Two bed lamps, coat hangers, a little ham- mock to put my clothes in. Even a private air cooler in every berth! (What won't they think of next!) I saw a big league pitcher in the lounge! He gave me a great big smile, and we talked inside baseball to bedtime. The lounge car, you know, is just like a private club that everybody with a Pullman ticket can use. It's a friendly place, with big, lazy chairs, free magazines to read, and a porter ready to jump the minute you clap your hands! A washroom you can swing a cat in! You might think, Ma, that a wash room in a Pullman is a hole-in-the wall affair. But it isn't. It's big and roomy, with hot and cold running water, and a special bowl with a gooseneck faucet for cleaning my teeth. It even has an outlet for my electric razor. And Ma, you can use a million towels if you want! (It's wonderful!) And what do you think it cost? Only $2.65 to ride Pullman the whole 300 miles; plus my first class railroad ticket. And this'll please you, Ma. It's the safest way to travel there is. So it's Pullman for my money. For you, too, Ma. From now on we travel in style! COPR.1941. THE PULLMANCO. "Mention the Geographic-It identifies you."