A quarter of a century ago, before Los Angeles became such a busy mart of trade, there was more sociability, more friendliness, more pleasant words and smiles on street cars in one day than there is now in a week, according to Edward H. Link, one of the oldest conductors in point of service, employed on the city lines.
“No woman wanted to bite you when you said, ‘Step forward in the car, please.’” he said. “No one threatened to call the police, telegraph the Governor and hang the motorman when the power went off. No one minded waiting a few minutes while the team of a big bay horses struggled to move the dray stalled in the mud on the track. But let a car get tied up in traffic now, and listen to the remarks” Look at the impatient tap-tap-tapping of feet on the floor and see the irritable looks on the faces of the passengers!”
“This isn’t peculiar to Los Angeles alone. It’s the same restless, nervous spirit pervading this world everywhere. The point has been reached, too, where the first one to get a seat preempts it, holds it, keeps it against all comers. ‘Finders is keepers,’ we used to say when kids, and ‘finders is keepers’ in street cars now. The only person likely to have a seat offered in a crowded car is the flapper and sometimes the aged, inform woman. But of the two, the flapper’s chances are best. Since the advent of woman’s suffrage, there has been a decided change in the attitude of men toward women street-car passengers.”
Published in The Times, -- November 16, 1924