chrome PASTURES The Car was the new concept of the golden calf. And the Green Pastures and Still Waters had been replaced by the Happy Highways of Heaven . . . Object worship reached its heyday in the mid twenty-first century. The bluebird which had already become a number of ignominious things finally became an automobile. It grew chrome wings and exchanged its heart for a carburetor its feet for wheels and its backyard for apedestal in The Church of the Happy Traveler. It was inevitable that the procedure forcatching it should change. —Bethe Royale MASS MOTIVATIONS T HE SENECA Cathedral was crowded even for Display Sunday. Marcus Brett shouldered his waythrough the vestibule into the big Showroom and paused at the head of the center aisle. TheShowroom was ablaze with the blue-white radiance of fluorescent candles a radiance brightlymultiplied by the mirrored walls caught by the polished chrome ceiling and flung blindinglydown upon the congregation. The new Seneca model which was to be unveiled stood upon thepedestal behind the Dealers dais concealed by a huge damask sheet. Brett looked at ithungrily trying to visualize its new lines its new combination of colors. He took a slow deepbreath then started down the aisle toward his reserved seat. The seat next to his was Czechs Bretts turn-buddy. Brett was surprised to find it occupiedby a White Collar girl. White Collar Workers were getting bolder and bolder every day. Not thatthe girls boldness was going to do her any good: as soon as Czech showed up shed have toleave. Illustrated by Kelly Freas She glanced at Brett curiously when he sat down beside her and he returned the glance with hisflat gray eyes. Her hair was short and dark and her eyes were a limpid brown. Her small turnedup nose and round cheeks lent her face a quality of childish innocence it could almost havepassed for a little girls face if her full lips hadnt given it away. She was wearing a cheapmajorette ensemble