COURTESY IN STREET-CARS

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 9, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 41.

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COURTESY IN STREET-CARS.

THE old and tiresome problem of the man, the woman, and the street-car is again brought forward for discussion in this, “the silly season.”
“Should a man give his seat to a lady who is standing?” asks a Western editor.
He should. All the arguments in his behalf avail nothing against this obvious fact. He should, because by just such small courtesies as these does he distinguish himself from the boor, and prove himself worthy of the women who love him. He should give the old lady his seat in reverence to his mother; he should give the matron his seat because he would wish other men to give one to his wife; young women, even if they are not well dressed or attractive, should have from him the courtesy he would, or should, show to his sister or sweetheart. The tired shop-girl should have his seat for reasons of humanity. As for the man who would allow a woman with a baby in her arms to stand while he is seated—he is beneath contempt.
Too many men are sitting in the street-cars while tired women stand. Each man who does so exhibits a cool selfishness which stamps him as sadly lacking in other relations in life. A recent result of this selfishness, and a very beautiful one, is the growing tendency among women to consider each other’s needs. We have all seen young women give old ladies their seats, while men sat by, and the spectacle of a strong woman giving her place to one who looks ill or exhausted is fortunately not rare. Possibly these increasing object-lessons may suggest reform where it is so sadly needed.
However, there is another side to the subject. The girl who accepts the proffered seat without so much as a “Thank you,” deserves to stand for several miles. It is, to say the least of it, not very encouraging to the politeness of mankind to have a woman accept those little courteous sacrifices as if the giver were a mere machine.—Harper’s Bazar.