A Bohemian on the train last night had some cheese in his vest pocket that
was too ripe, and the conductor had to disinfect the car, and order the
Bohemian to be quarantined before the train would be allowed to enter the
city. Cheese is all right in its place, but it don't want to be allowed to
lay above ground too long after it has departed this life. If farmers will
pay a little attention to cheese in its different stages, much trouble can
be avoided. In union there is strength. So there is in a smoking car.