Back 75 years ago everyone rode the trains if they wanted to go somewhere. The ticket was just a little card of a thing, smaller and thicker in weight than a business card. Uncle John, with his brothers Charlie and Dan were taking a trip. In those days men *always* wore hats, not those baseball or gimme cap like men and boys wear today.

It was considered correct to just stick the ticket in the hat-band with the destination showing, and the conductor could later tell the passenger that his station was next.

Sometime during the journey Uncle John, skamp that he was, lifted Uncle Charlies ticket and put it in his own pocket. Later he said to Charlie, Charlie, where is your ticket? All three searched for it, but of course no one found it. So Uncle Johny said, Charlie, you had better hide under the seat and we will sort of cover you with our legs and the conductor will not see you.

So they rode on, Uncles Johny and Dan sitting talking and looking out the window, trying to look innocent when the conductor came through the car. And come he did. He looked at the two passenger and noted that one had two tickets in his hat band, the other one ticket.

Three tickets, but only 2 passangers; where is the other? he asked.

Uncle Johny pointed to Uncle Charlie, hiding under the seat, and said, There he is, my brother Charlie. He likes to ride that way.