man at the money-changing machine near the door. He proffered this busy factotum a quarter. The man punched a button and five nickels sprayed down a metal runway. Speedy captured them, claimed a tray from the near-by pile and made for the white, glassed shelves over against the wall. He thrust two nickels into a slot, turned a handle and transferred a ham sandwich from its cosy white compartment to his tray. For a similar price he won a cheese sandwich. He squandered his last nickel upon a cup of coffee procured by holding his cup under a faucet, pressing the faucet and causing a muddy stream to jet into the coarse porcelain cup. With the fluid an inch from the top of the receptacle, the stream dried abruptly.
A pastmaster in Automat eating, Harold found an empty seat easily. He set the contents of his tray upon the table and shoved the empty tray under his chair. He propped his paper against the holder containing salt, pepper and other condiments. Then he devoured his lunch and the story under the screeching baseball headline at the same time. He paused to turn the pages of the paper, following the fortunes of the New York American League Baseball Club back into the sporting section.
The Yankees were tied with Detroit for the league lead. The end of the season was very near. Today's game would undoubtedly determine which team would face Pittsburgh, sure National League pennant winners in the World's Series. Excitement was at fever heat. Harold's nice eyes flashed as he read of the prospects of Babe Ruth or Lou Gehrig,
