There's nothing lovable about the ""little old automobile"" of Marie Ets' new glorified comic strip book, but the pictures have a certain zest and humor and gaiety that the dismal solid blacks of Oley lacked. Looked at as a eulogized and melodramatic explanation of the disgraceful heaps of car junk the countryside over, this may have special appeal for the inquiring young traveler (and the wearied parent), but taken as a story to be read by the stay-at-home, it seems a fairly morbid yarn, with a ruthless disdain of the rights of animals and people on the highway, as the little old automobile takes his careless, stubborn way, and comes to a bad end.