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Today Detroit's streetcar fare is 6?. Fares on 22 of its 35 bus lines have been reduced from 10? to 5? and Fred Nolan plans to slash all of them to a nickel as soon as he can persuade the city administration to authorize it. His ideal is a transportation system which makes no citizen walk more than a block from his home to the bus or streetcar...
...Schultz Anders of Philadelphia hates dirt and dust. He has spent 50 of his 72 years chasing it out of city streets. In the early 1900s Dr. Anders induced the Pennsylvania State Legislature to pass an antispitting law. He also forced the Philadelphia transit company to replace dirty plush streetcar seats with clean, bare benches. In 1919, during a local row over politics in the street-cleaning system, he raised a dust storm with his carpet-beating outburst: "Dust is pulverized poison and we have seen in Filthadelphia too much drifting into damned deferential silences...
Died. Barren Gift Collier, 65, philosopher ("Barren Collier says"), hotelman, realtor, world's No. 1 streetcar-card adman, whose company's posters are said to be seen by 1,200,000,000 people per month; of a heart attack; in Manhattan. In 1933, Barren Collier, always a big-time speculator, announced he was broke, declared a moratorium, became the first U. S. tycoon to take advantage of the amendment to the bankruptcy law which President Hoover signed day before he left office...
...laga, Picasso's characteristic recollection is a singing motorman whose streetcar's speed depended, not on the company's timetable, but on the rhythm of the song he steered by-gay or melancholy, galloping or slow. The mind of little Pablo appears in a revealing flash in a story of his being given a pair of roller skates: instead of skating on them he took them apart and, with huge amusement, attached each pair of wheels to the flippers of an enormous tortoise, whose slow progress around the patio had annoyed...
...dead eddy of time after the War, a young Dutch ex-divinity student and soldier named Pieter Antonie Laurusse van Paassen found himself in Canada bouncing from job to job. He wrapped department store parcels, peddled magazines, delivered milk, fired locomotives, collected streetcar fares, worked on a blasting gang in gold mines of the Big Dome. Every time he tried a new job, he quickly decided he had missed his calling. Finally, by shutting his eyes and putting his finger down on a list of vocations ranging from accountant to sausage maker, he picked what proved a relatively permanent...