Nothing Lasts-not Even Pain.

One Of The Points In Which I Was Especially Interested Was The Jim Crow Regulations, That Is, The System Of Separation Of The Races In Street Cars And Railroad Trains.

Did You Think You Could Have The Good Without The Evil? Did You Think You Could Have The Joy Without The Sorrow? . . . . I Have Been Thinking Much About Pain. How Could I Help It? . . . . Sooner Or Later, Regardless Of The Wit Of Man, We Have Pain To Face; A Reality; A Final Inescapable, Immutable Fact Of Life. What Poor Souls, If We Have Then No Philosophy To Face It With! This Pain Will Not Last; It Never Has Lasted. I'll Think About What I Am Going To Write Tomorrow-not About Me, Not About My Body.

But Steel Bars Have Never Yet Kept Out A Mob; It Takes Something A Good Deal Stronger: Human Courage Backed Up By The Consciousness Of Being Right.

The Streets And Alleys Of The Ward Were Notoriously Filthy, And The Contractors Habitually Neglected Them, Not Failing, However, To Draw Their Regular Payments From The City Treasury.

At First Everyone Predicted That It Would Be Impossible To Hold These Divergent People Together, But Aside From The Skilled Men, Some Of Whom Belonged To Craft Unions, Comparatively Few Went Back To The Mills. And As A Whole, The Strike Was Conducted With Little Violence.