Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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MARCH REFLECTOR 9 Is Our Past Ahead of Us? A short time ago I visited a friend who is eminent in the world of scientific research. Several other worthy scientists were present and they were engaged in a spirited discus- sion on evolution, when I arrived. Immediate- ly following my introduction, a short, scrawny person spoke up — apparently continuing their talk. He was a strange appearing creature with long loose limbs shabbily enclosed in a shapeless checked suit of unusually vivid hues. His face was thin and emaciated to an almost inconceivable extent. He said in a high, excitable voice. In re- gard to that very thing, I believe I can prove the present theory of evolution to be entirely wrong, that it has no basis of facts. As some of you know, I have been working for weeks on this subject and I have finally accumulated sufficient proof to make my theory practicable. It is, in its purest essence as follows : con- trary to the modern theory that the evolution of man started after the ice age, an intensely developed civilization existed prior to this Pleistocene age. It was in all probability, fully a thousand years in advance of our own civilization. Last night I experienced a very peculiar mirage. Whether it was a dream, or but the r amblings of an overworked brain I cannot say. It seemed as though I was making a trip through one of the large cities of that world. The trip started at the base of an immense skyscraper, the top of which seemed lost in the sky. My guide led the way inside and we walked across a huge lobby to an elevator. After getting into this he pushed a pro- tuberance ; in about three seconds we stopped and left the ear. It was the 117th floor. In some unknown manner the power of force and inertia had been minimized and counteracted, for I had had no sensation while rising and had felt no bump when we stopped ; yet there most certainly must have been one. The guide opened a door and showed me into the strangest room I have ever had the privilege of seeing. It was a large room fur- nished in an ultra-modern style. The ceiling had small purplish bulbs transfixed in it at various places which gave forth a strange subdued ray. On the end walls were huge control boards covered with innumerable buttons. In the very center of the room an exceed- ingly tall, stern appearing man was seated before a massive desk. He motioned us to seat ourselves; then he said, To you, Jonas Amesbury, I extend the greetings of this world— the world of 12345 A. B. Before I could reply, he continued: Ere you inspect our city let me try to explain a little about it. Each of the four huge divi- sions of our existence — necessities, transporta- tion, luxuries, and expansion, is in charge of one person, who is under the supervision of a corporation which sees that all of the requisites of that division are produced. There are minor companies under each of these. Of course competition is unknown. ' ' Let us look at our transportation division. There is a corporation that controls the entire problem, under which there are numerous companies, such as the taxi company, ' ray car ' company, the water travel company, and the party service car company. Under each of these are the various building companies. Our total agricultural activity (which is of a synthetic nature) is controlled by a single corporation as is everything else. As a further explanation of our transportation system I will call a taxi — you will need one for your exploration. He crossed the room to one of the control boards and pressed a button over which was the word TRANSPORTATION. In a sec- ond a light showed in a disk at the top. Into a peculiar instrument, not unlike one of our telephones, he said, A two man taxi. Then the light disappeared. We have a few moments while we await your taxi. Is there anything you especially desire to know? I replied : Yes, there are quite a few ; but please tell me why ever since I entered this room I have felt strangely invigorated. What is that a result of? ' ' You see the bulbs in the ceiling ? It is be- cause of them. They furnish us not only with light, but with ventilation, oxygen, and with

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8 WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL protruding lever. Buddy gave the propeller a vigorous turn. Nothing happened. ' ' Contact, ' ' he yelled and turned the wheel again. The engine sputtered into life with a wheezy groan. Buddy dashed around and climbed into the seat beside Margy. It was a tight squeeze, but the excited children did not mind. A sudden yell from Pa ' s shack attracted their attention. Three men dressed in heavy overcoats came running toward the plane. Buddy cast one look at the strangers and pressed the nearest button. The plane bumped along the uneven ground with rising speed as he continued to press the starter. ' ' Steer it into the road, ' ' gasped the white faced Margy, as she frantically clutched her companion. The plane lurched from side to side, and as Buddy complied with Margy ' s command, it turned almost on its side. The men were still coming. Buddy could hear them shouting curses and threats after the moving plane. With a mighty effort, he righted the wings and got the wheels into the ruts of the ro?d. A young man standing on the postoffice platform was the first to discover the distant approaching cloud of dust. His cry brought a gentleman in the uniform of a mounted police to the door. Together they ran out to meet the now distinguishable plane. Clutching at the wings, they were dragged along several yards before they could bring it to a stand- still. Two white and frightened faces ap- peared above the rim of the seat. My word! exploded Major Litchfield, as he stopped the engine. Buddy and Margy were carefully helped from their cramped position and taken into the nearest house. Major Litchfield and his assistant questioned them carefully, and upon hearing Buddy ' s description of the three men, sent his assistant with help to his friend Stamford. They found Pa and the young pilot tied fast to the heavy table in the kitchen of the shack. A heavy blow had ren- dered young Stamford unconscious, and Pa was cussing like a trooper when help arrived. Stainford was again revived and his first words were — The mail, don ' t let them get the plane. That ' s all right, answered Major Litch- field, entering the door, ' ' two of the pluckiest kids that were ever born brought it in 0. K. Thank God, whispered the pilot, and sank back again to the floor. E. EowUnd ' 30. The Climber Nutsy Clutts was born in Kalamazoo, Al- aska. He was born on the side of an ice- berg, and so had to climb down to reach the ground. Thereafter he devoted his life to climbing. At the age of two he climbed the highest tree in Palm Beach, much to the astonish- ment of a happy crowd of flying fish that were playing leap frog below. Age eight found him climbing the Woolworth Build- ing one-handed with three trillion amazed spectators looking on. At fifteen Nut could walk up a flagpole. Papa Clutts said, He will become the world ' s greatest and most famous Mountain Climber. He will, you know, answered Mamma with a giggle. After a while Nutsy grew r up. He was arrested and given a life sentence for porch climbing and second story work. Thus ended the noble attempts at renown by Nutsy M. Clutts. Warner ' 31. Difficulties When called upon, a play to write, What are you to do, If, after pondering all the night, Not one idea will come to you? You sit, with chin in palm of hand, To think the matter through ; Ideas may come, a while to stay. Then go — are gone forever ; Will not some person please delay, To help in my endeavor? Vera Fogelholm ' 30.

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ia WEYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL most of the vitamines. Owing to the discovery of the Oleo content in ordinary electrical waves, one of our foremost scientists discov- ered this means for furnishing Vitamines Y and Z which we had been sadly lacking. ' ' Just then a bell rang and my host pressed a button on the side of his desk, whereupon a section of the outside wall slowly descended, on an angle, until it reached out horizontally into space. It was then butted against one of the queerest craft I have ever seen. This vehicle measured about ten feet long, and five high. It had short blunt wings, the entire wing spread of which could not have been more than six feet. ( I learned later that these were used only as an automatic gyroscope apparatus.) My guide, Azo 12, led the way over the sec- tion of wall, which served as gangplank, to the plane. The doors shut and the plane started, yet I could not see any pilot. Axo 12 seemed to know what I was thinking and said : ' ' Our planes are driven by forcing an energy wave through an electric field thus separating the units of an atom; when the various satelites of the nebula of the atom are thus separated an enormous amount of power is created. We store his power in great tanks and it is used as it is needed. ' ' The ships are controlled by radio energy waves so that no pilot is needed with the plane. We will soon arrive in one of the traffic routes. Each line has a certain speed which is automatically attained by each of the planes traveling on it. Thus every plane goes at the same rate of speed and accidents are elim- inated. ' ' We soon reached one of these lines of traffic. On every side of us myriads of planes of all sizes and shapes scuttled along. All of them maintained the same distance from each other and from us. Presently Axo 12 asked me if I felt hungry. When I replied in the affirmative he turned to a small control board on the wall of the plane. He pressed a button and said, Inter- national Lunch. A few seconds later we glided along side of a peculiar framework at- tached to the side of one of the immense build- ings. A section of the wall fell forming a gangplank and a waiter walked over it to us. He held a tray which he unpacked onto a table. Then he returned and the doors shut. Azo 12 said, ' ' In this era if we want to have our lunch in the country or at the seashore it is very simple. Where would you like to eat your meal? I replied, ' ' I think that I would like to get away from this awful turmoil for a while — the countrv will be all right with me. He pressed the button and said, ' ' Fairfax. ' ' Instantly we gathered momentum and pres- ently we were traveling at an enormous rate of speed, although the only way I could tell was because the skyscrapers seemed blended into one. Then we slackened speed until we were lazily drifting along. We were directly over a beautiful lake surrounded by virgin forest. As we made our repast, I became curious about the food, for it was of a strange char- acter and highly concentrated, yet it required a thorough mastication. At that moment Azo 12 said : It is a compound of animal product, vegetable matter and a fibre extract. Different flavors and varieties are produced by the u-e of various synthetic properties and different types of fibre extract. We found long ago that our entire health was determined by the condition of our teeth ; for that reason we produced a food that would automatically prevent tooth decay. And thus did my mirage end ; nothing but my musing remains. What is the real history of man? No one knows, but I shall devote my entire life to the solving of the problem. Already several evidences of this civilization that may have existed before the Pleistocene age have been discovered. Will our civilization ever result in such a world as my dream portrayed, by the further- ance of the merger idea ? Time alone can tell. Arthur L. Garland ' 30.