"QUEEN OF THE JITNEYS" MADE $10 FIRST
DAY NOW SHE RUNS THREE CARS
I BY CLARISSA CHESLEY
Kansas City, Mo., Jan. 29. A jit
ney, one nickel, will buy you an auto
ride from the first woman jitney bus
driver In America that is, if you live
in Kansas City.
On January 18 the first jitney bus
cranked up in the streets of Kansas
City. Oh the very following day pret
ty Mrs. Beulah Gibson queen of the
jitney bus business was out in the
street with a seven-passenger car.
She was America's pioneer woman
jitney bus driver.
Today she has three cars being
driven for-her and she herself is sec
retary of the Jitney Bus association.
She has her own executive office and
desk and she's so busy a person that
you have to have valid credentials if
you wish to gain admittance to her
Thus phenomenally has the jitney
bus service developed in Kansas City,
and thus has America's first woman
jitney magnate prospered with it
Mrs. Beulah Gibson is a tiny slip
of a girl, barely 21 years, old, with
the delicate skin of the type, known
as a hothouse flower, whose hair is
a blond fluff all over her head and
whose clear hazel eyes dance as if
all the world were made for the mere
purpose of giving a young person a
But, indeed, if you are going to get
the idea that Mrs. Gibson is a friv
olous young person who has under
taken the work for the fun of it you
will have a surprise coming to you.
She is a little bundle of business whp,
with a devoted young husband, is
trying to get a start In life.
But the main incentive In her
launching of this business, perhaps,
is roly poly Dorothy, her daughter,
age 20 months, who weighs 20
pounds. It is with great pride that
Mrs. Gibson announces the achieve
ments of Miss Dorothy In avoidupois.
u When a temporary lull-in business
arrives, which is very seldom during
the day, Mrs. Gibson, wrapped in a
heavy coat, cap and gloves, with one
foot on the step of her car, will tell
you how it all came about and how
she likes her "adventure," as she
"But I'll tell you one thing," she
adds, "it's no child's play. You have
to be right on the job and be busi
nesslike about it if you want to suc
ceed and get people's confidence.
Still, I thought if Mr. Miller, the man
who tried the first jitney car the day
before I did, could make a go of it
I could take our little car and do
By this time her car was full. Mrs.
Gibson cranked it up, I hopped into
the seat beside her and we were off.
With her small arms and hands,
which must be tiny steel structures,
she sped up quickly out to our des
tination. I was a bit afraid to talk
to the chauffeur and begged her par
don when a question bubbled out be
fore I knew it
She laughed a merry, little laugh
and answered. -But, like the expert
thaj. she was, didn't take her eye off
"You needn't mind talking to me. I
won't spill you, I promise,' she said.
"You see, I've been running a car for
fpur years. My husband is one Of
the head mechanics for a motor car
company and I've learned to run a
car like a man."
"Ever been in business before?" I
inquired, feeling sure that accounted
for her poise and businesslike man
ner. 'No; I never have. I was just a
high school girl, 18, when I married.
But I inherited a love for business
and it feels splendid to be in a Dusi
ness venture now."
And her venture is turning out
"I have never taken in less than
$10 a day," she said to me, -"and
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