Várnagy Zoltán: Urban Transportation - Our Budapest (Budapest, 1994)

And broke my leg bone in the thigh. I knew not how to heavens cry: Jesus, my Lord, shall here I die ?

In the car where hundreds revel, Someone squashed my poor spleen level, Add to that one more big mishap:

One fat butcher full on me sat.

I who could stand this no more,

Up gave my soul in blood and gore;

Up she went to heavens fair,

And paid no more than single fare.

I knew then how to heavens cry:

Jesus, my Lord, so here I die!

The total length of all the tracks in the network had reached 175.5 kilometres by the end of the Great War, and the number of passengers carried annually-a figure that kept rising steadily until 1919-had exceeded 300 million. Around the end of the war the trams had a special, and sad, function to fulfil. They took war casualties from the railway stations to the city’s various hospitals.

Seeing how profitable they were, the municipal authorities already from the turn of the century made every

A REPAIRED TRAM CAR IN FESTIVE TRIM

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