Those who rode in Pullmans down the east coast of Florida on the afternoon of July 18, 1926, were hot and drowsy. Most of them slouched and slumbered in their seats; others gazed, stupidly, at real estate advertisements in newpapers. At Palatka, Fla., on the Atlantic Coast Line Railway, husky voices suddenly echoed through the Pullman steel. Passengers jerked themselves out of their various shades of somnolence, as the train stopped. Curious, they got their noses dirty trying to look through the screens. They heard one Blanche S. Brookins, Negress, snorting and scolding: "Yoh all let me 'lone, yoh whaht trash,...
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