On a visit to East Texas around 1951, a friend of mine, who is white, saw two drinking fountains labeled “white” and “colored.” Figuring that a sweet drink such as Coca Cola would gush forth, he took a drik out of the “colored” fountain and was disappointed when only plain water came out.
LOL! That’s funny!
My memory of a colored waiting room was one that my father padlocked shut in the Houston bus terminal back in the late 50s. It was a different time.