Forest leaves . stance. As a rapid bearer of enterprising people to fresh city oppor-tunities, I confer incalculable benefits on thousands of active, coura-geous, energetic business people. The fingers of the city clocks pointmildly, though firmly, to my value as a saver of time, which is money. When fatigue creeps into the voluntary muscles of a pedestrianworth a nickel, I stand ready at all times to thwart that fatigue witheasy cushions and a pleasurable sensation of rapidly getting there—all for a nickel. FOREST LEAVES i: You can obtain a good idea of my means of obtaining knowledgewhen you
Forest leaves . stance. As a rapid bearer of enterprising people to fresh city oppor-tunities, I confer incalculable benefits on thousands of active, coura-geous, energetic business people. The fingers of the city clocks pointmildly, though firmly, to my value as a saver of time, which is money. When fatigue creeps into the voluntary muscles of a pedestrianworth a nickel, I stand ready at all times to thwart that fatigue witheasy cushions and a pleasurable sensation of rapidly getting there—all for a nickel. FOREST LEAVES i: You can obtain a good idea of my means of obtaining knowledgewhen you recall the old saying, Walls have ears. In the great cities,where so many people congregate between the walls of rapidly movingvehicles, the quality known as mural receivedness is hardly ever takeninto account. Yet walls, and especially street car walls, hear stories ofthe rich, stories of the poor, stories of those who walk in their flowerysuburban gardens, and stories of those whose gardens are the slums—. those foul city retreats so long appropriated to the courting of inti-macy with sorrow, sin and death! When I first became an object of my own reflective consciousness, Iwas standing on an iron car-track struggling with dim vagaries. What s that? broke in somebody, referring to me. She s anew street car, came the reply, and she s Number Twelve of theChristopher Street and Twenty-third Street ferries—that a whatshe is. 18 FOREST LEAVES It was Christmas morning long ago, and the streets were full of peo-ple going around celebrating what I soon understood to be the birth ofChrist, The chill of this first Christmas of my existence affected me bythe impressions that I was a cold Christmas box, rapidly filling withbonbons and presents. Pretty soon, however, I was made on their way to church service entered my doors, and the warmbreath of their greetings changed the disagreeable sensation of coldto something like what I afterwards learned was the glow of
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