SAN FRANCISCO. — street cars were fed up. Traffic was temporarily blocked. Hundreds of commuters missed their beats. And all because it was spring and pretty Elisa Claudiin!! had come from Italy to find her sweet heart, Mauro Rosi, a motorman on a San Francisco atréetear lmne, Frost was swinging his car around the erry Building toops when he spied his fiancee. Right there and then the car stopped and Mon leaped out. Vainly the mo tormen of other cars banged their bells. Vainly commuters scrambled and trucks and autos honked. Right there and then, in the middle of the car track they embraced—and the crowds saw what it was all about, and it was spring, and they forgave him, and Ros answered the call of duty and went back to his past.