ork, Freshie, and you will find 'em
on the surface or scooting in the elevated and here jogging along
underneath the earth."

"People!" screamed No. 793, "I don't see any. What do we do with them in
this hole anyway?"

Even as he spoke he felt the man in the little closet room in his front
turn something. His wire brush lifted and all his strength seemed to
ooze away. Then something clutched his wheels. He screeched,--yes, he
really screeched, and then he stood still, close to the station
platform. The station looked big to No. 793 and very brilliantly
lighted. It was jammed with people who stood pressed against ropes in
long rows.

A man on his own platform pulled down a handle and then another. He felt
his end doors and then his center doors fly open. Then tramp, tramp,
tramp, tramp--a hundred feet came pounding on his floor. He could feel
them and somehow he liked the feel. He could even feel two small feet
that walked much faster than the others, and in another moment he felt
two little knees on one of his straw-covered seats. Then the handles
were pulled again. His doors banged closed; z-zr-zr-rr--the brush
underneath touched the rail and the electricity shot through him. He
felt a hundred feet shift quickly and heavily. He felt his leather
straps clutched by a hundred hands. And amid the noise he heard a little
voice say, "Father, isn't this a brand new subway car?" And then he knew
what he was!

BORIS TAKES A WALK AND FINDS
MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF TRAINS

This first story is an attempt to let a child discover the significance
of his everyday environment,--of subways and elevated railways. Here
there is no content new to the city child. But the relationship to
congestion he has not always seen for himself. In the second story the
lay-out of New York on a crowded island is discovered. Again the content
is old but its significance may be new. Both these stories verge on the
informational.

BORIS TAKES A WALK AND FINDS MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF TRAINS

Many little boys and girls
With fathers and with mothers,
Many little boys and girls
With sisters and with brothers,
Many little boys and girls
They come from far away.
They sail and sail to big New York,
And there they land and stay!
And you would never, never guess
When they grow big and tall,
That they had come fro