Andrew Carnegie said:
"I was traveling Londonward on an English railway last year, and had
chosen a seat in a non-smoking carriage. At a wayside station a man
boarded the train, sat down in my compartment, and lighted a vile clay
pipe.
"This is not a smoking carriage," said I.
"'All right, Governor,' said the man. 'I'll just finish this pipe here.'
"He finished it, then refilled it.
"'See here,' I said, 'I told you this was not a smoking carriage. If you
persist with that pipe I shall report you at the next station to the
guard.' I handed him my card. He looked at it, pocketed it, but lighted
his pipe nevertheless. At the next station, however, he changed to
another compartment.
"Calling the guard, I told him what had occurred, and demanded that the
smoker's name and address be taken.
"'Yes, sair,' said the guard, and hurried away. In a little while he
returned. He seemed rather awed and, bending over me, said
apologetically:
"'Do you know, sir, if I were you I would not prosecute that gent. He
has just given me his card. Here it is. He is Mr. Andrew Carnegie.'"