reaching out for the sylph Lolita.

     Certainly there have been some strenuous slimming 
programs for the car in recent years. But if one were to ask, 
“Will the car last?” or “Is the motorcar here to stay?” there 
would be confusion and doubt at once. Strangely, in so 
progressive an age, when change has become the only 
constant in our lives, we never ask, “Is the car here to stay?” 
The answer, of course, is “No.” In the electric age, the wheel 
itself is obsolescent. At the heart of the car industry there are 
men who know that the car is passing, as certainly as the 
cuspidor was doomed when the lady typist arrived on the 
business scene. What arrangements have they made to ease 
the automobile industry off the centre of the stage? The mere 
obsolescence of the wheel does not mean its disappearance. It 
means only that, like penmanship or typography, the wheel will