Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 23.

Beside the entrance turnstile is the exit to the outer world, and this is the real thing. A veritable turnpike, taller than you, with three dozen pikes (smooth, to be sure) set at right angles from a tall post, turns outward and lets you depart, only later to renew your experience.

But Ben Johnson's turnpike had no escalator. Uncle Sam has a modification of the turnpike at the Boston post office entrances, in the form of revolving doors, and so do the great department stores. At these there is no toll taken on going in; generally we spend more or less before coming out. But in all cases, whether steam or electric railroad, post office, or department store, we are supposed to get our money's worth. The patrons of the Medford turnpike did, but we fear the investing proprietors, or rather their successors, thought otherwise at last.

The turnpike or toll roads are gone, the real turnpikes are still with us.