Straphanging in a Manhattan subway train, Horace H. F. Jayne was jostled by an idea. Why should so much of the world's great painting be hidden away in the public vastnesses of the Metropolitan Museum? Why should not the old masters appear on subway car cards beside the catsup and the lingerie ads, and be viewed by the 5,638,000 people who ride New York City's subways every month?
With the speed of enlightenment, Mr. Jayne emerged from the subway, tore into the Metropolitan Museum of which he is vice director (he is also an archeologist and a promotion man), and laid the...
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