 On other trains, there has been no curtain and no intention for Negroes to eat. Coming out of Chattanooga on such a train, I went into the diner on first call for dinner because sometimes these days, if you wait for the second call, everything will be gone. As I entered the diner, I said to the white steward, one please. He looked at me in amazement and walked off toward the other end of the car.