Julian Street has been qualifying for the Explorers club, He recently | discovered New York. ‘True, Mr. | Street has been a man of Manhattan | for years past, but this was another | oo... [0 und industrial importance; city. It was the New York of the | dawn age. Because of an early oper- | ation on a member of his family, Mr. | Street was obliged to reach the hos- | pital by 6 a. m. Knowing the night | before that he was to make the trip, | he conferred with Mrs, Street as te transportation, “Pake a taxi,” she said. ‘Don't be silly,” he responded. | “What would a taxi be doing out af i that hour.” “I think there will be taxis” said Mrs. Street, “but, of course, one coul( | slways charter a milk wagon.” Emerging from his door a few mo- | ments before six, Mr, Street found a New York he did not know. The air smelled crisp and clean, free of g.80 line fumes. The voice of the city war still. But there was a taxi. . ® . Mr. Street now believes the tax. was driven by a man training for the motor races on the Indianapolis speed- way. The streets apparently were empty and the driver took full advan- tage of the fact. Mr. Street main: tains that through the window he saw what appeared to be one of those mo- vies, where they speed up the film, of a deserted village. He thinks they passed other taxis; it was just like two limited trains passing in opposite directions, If the engines had cut loose from the cars and were going right | slong without them. He saw some oh- jects he opines might have been milk wagons, and claims he heard the voice ' of a newsboy, blown away by the rush- ing air. He thinks a railroad station or hotel flashed past, but isn't sure, as he was too busy hanging on and vell- ing at the driver. But it was very bracing. Mr. Street still insists we all should rise early in the morning and see the city free from traffic. it would be a great hour for a walk, he maintains, LI J It was Willard Fairchild who dis covered the horse and sleigh. This was in the hills of Connecticut at a “village which has po railroad station ‘and plenty of smow. The horse and sleigh belonged to a farmer, who be fore trusting the outfit to Mr. Fair! child. asked him whether he was un experienced driver, Mr. Fairchild as sured the farmer he had been around with horses a great deal, but neglected to mention that it had been with the artillery during the war, when he rode the caisson and others handled the Borses. Still, all went well. Mr. Fair-