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

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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.

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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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MARCH REFLECTOR 1 1 Danny Spirit was, if you asked him, ex- tremely annoyed. 10 A. M. and the bell wak- ing him already; enough to give a man the pit, the absolute pit. Dragging on his purple dressing gown, he received this from his man, Pjones : ' ' Danny, old thing, the guv ' nor has landed the Presidency of Wales. We ' re shipping over on the Mauretania for the good old thing. Buzz along, we need you. ' ' Nancy, Wynnie, and Jymmie. Painfully Danny concentrated ; old Cun- ningham-Cunningham had cinched the Presi- dency ; Lady Nancy, Jymmie, and Lord Edwynne Cunningham-Cunningham were go- ing to their father ' s inaugu — ah! he had it! They wished him to go back to England with them. Wouldn ' t he just! At the very moment that Danny was tripping up the gang-plank, Nancy was sitting on the deck waiting for her brothers. Wynnie and Jymmie were in the saloon, figuring out their exact social status, now that their guv ' nor was President of Wales and their mother, honorary President of the Goldfish Protection Association. How- ever, Danny joined none of them, but dashed directly to his cabin. After the Mauretania had weighed anchor, the others followed his example. Not until two days later did Danny emerge, and then only to sink weakly into a secluded steamer chair. Danny ' s eyes sud- denly bulged ; his ears ceased drooping. There was that blighter, Comus, who had nipped him for a thousand pounds in New York ! And he was talking to Nancy — no less. Yes, Lady Cunningham-Cunningham, I shall aid you while your brothers are — er, — indisposed. You are doubtless cognizant of the fact that I am in a position to — er — let you in on the ground-floor, so to speak, of — er — a certain plan. Here Comus paused, not for breath but for effect. To pass the time he polished his spectacles. This act was char- acteristic of Comus ; he was always polishing something that it migh better lend itself to his own immediate end. Really, cooed Nancy, I couldn ' t think of returning without asking my brothers and they ' d hardly appreciate the opportunity just now. Lady Nancy, Comus ' Combs for Combing Comely Coiffures are worthy of your invest- ment. But— No ' buts ' , my dear. In the city of London alone there are 9553 girls with bobbed hair. Right there you have 9553 prospective cus- tomers for Comus ' Combs for Combing Come- ly Coiffures, and on these sale you would net a profit of 10,000 pounds a week on your small investment of 5,000 pounds; which if placed on Comus ' Combs for Combing Comely Coiffures would — Danny waited to hear no more. He shim- mered off to find Wynnie and Jymmie. He found them pale, but living. What ho! That blighter, Cosmus — Nancy — I mean to say, what ? ' ' blurted poor Danny. Elucidate, commanded Wynnie. Cosmus nicked me for all my ready, in New York and now he ' s fishing for Nancy ' s nickels. He ' s off his onion on some plan. Nancy mustn ' t fall — yes ? no ? ' ' Quite right. ' ' chimed Jymmie. Cluster around, old bean, while we do the elder brother act, said Wynnie, and the three pals tottered out on deck. Sign right here, Lady Nancy, Comus was saying. Danny dashed the contract from his hand and tost it upon the waters, while Comus, not wishing to renew his acquaintance with Danny, executed a skillful fadeout. What — ho — I mean to say, what, Deuced- ly lucky, I mean — well lucky, what? Danny was becoming loquacious. Nancy, however, did not seem satisfied with this lucid explanation. So it was Jymmie who pointed out the fallacy of Comus ' Combs for Combing Comely Coiffures. Following this event the strained relations which had existed between Nancy and Danny were relieved, so quite a jolly party disem- barked from the Mauretania and took the train for Wales. There the Cunningham-Cun- ninghams were surprised to find that Danny and Nancy were engaged. Yes, said Nancy to her Mother, we are engaged. It was like this: Danny said, ' Cheerio. ' ' Oh, yes, Danny, ' I told him, and he chirped, Too-dle-oo ! M. De Boer ' 30.