Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 134: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

First they had seen the slums—a word existing in the language meaning exactly that—and were _ properly horrified. Rickety tenements fronting narrow, twisted streets, the air filled with the smell of refuse and decay; everything was there just as Striker had seen in the warrens under Brooklyn Bridge and the East End of London. Elsewhere they saw the homes of the _ wealthy, reminiscent of Millionaires’ Row on Fifth Avenue, long since crumbled into dust. There were shops catering to the rich and well-to-do, having windows and displays such as he had seen in his own time. And then they visited a factory—new ground to Striker, who had been born into a comfortable family and, though realizing well that there was a need of reform of some sort, had never seen how a worker lived. He was appalled at the filthy hovels of the factory hands. “Why do they live here?” he gasped to his guide. “Company owned,” said Maun, depressed by the sight. “If they want to live elsewhere they find themselves another job. And there are no other jobs to be had. Was it so in your world?” “| don’t know,” said Striker shakily. “I’ve signed petitions- protests—but | never saw anything like this. | don’t think we had anything the equal of your place here. Many years ago in my world, certainly, but reforms were going on in my time.” “lT wish | could say the same,” sighed Maun. And they followed the crowd on the guided tour of the factory, the man from the past wincing at the thought of the soul- crushing monotony of the work. It was a production plant of steam motor-vehicles involving the stamping out with heavy dies and presses of simple but huge parts. The workers who serviced the presses looked to the man from the past like little grimy apes moving with mechanical precision, machine-like and yet terribly weary. CORniclooo SS CO