I had traveled on that train often enough to be acquainted with most of the passengers who always took the first car. This morning was very peculiar. Nearly every other seat was taken by a young man. They were not sitting together, two by two, as passengers usually did. Each was neatly dressed in a dark suit. Each wore a crisp white or light blue shirt. Each wore a carefully tied necktie.

Many had opened a copy of the Wall Street Journal. The car was unusually quiet.

I stood it as long as I could. Finally I spoke to the somber quiet.