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Rh To get on a street car was perfectly disgusting, as I never before, in all my travels saw men—I cannot call them gentlemen—keep seated in a street car and allow ladies to stand for miles, holding onto the straps. I would say to these people that they need to travel some and broaden their narrow minded ideas. If one of those men were riding on our street cars in Butte, he would be made to feel so uncomfortable, that he would stand up or get off at the next corner. I will add further, that in a business way, it does seem pitiful to see old gray headed men, who have brought up their sons and even their grandsons in the same line, working along like machines, doing what someone else tells them to do. I found very few men who knew their own individuality; instead of stopping to think and using their own brains, they allow