ABSTRACT
On the day-coach trip to Kansas City, which required a day and a night of travel in those days, I purchased a half dozen tamales at the rail station at Denison for my evening meal and at Parsons, Kansas, next morning, an orange for breakfast. Reached Kansas City two hours later. It was Monday, March 1st. My first discovery was a marked change in temperature. Eight inches of snow covered the ground. I had never seen more than a few flakes of snow. I had no topcoat. The business district could be reached only by streetcars which ran through tunnels that pierce the rock cliffs of Kansas City’s river bottoms. Lacking carfare, I visited the office of a railroad ticket broker near the station and sold the remainder of my thousand mile railroad ticket for six dollars. Took a streetcar and alighted at the foot of Ninth and Main streets which was then the business center. Found a close-by restaurant, called Dornseif’s, where I ate heartily and next started out in quest of lodgings. You may wonder why I trouble to identify the restaurant as Dornseif’s!
