Antioch College - Towers Yearbook (Yellow Springs, OH)

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INDUSTRY 214

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The sight of the broken and twisted steel hurtling earth- ward petrified me. It bumped against the side of the building on its way down,-down,-down towards the earth and to the ultimate destruction of all that lay within its path. In the next 'moment the picture was changed. Only chaos and destruction remained. Lives had been crushed out of ex- istence by this falling giant,-property had been destroyed. How quiet it was after that few seconds. It was the silence of death,-the death of men and the death of a demon. 213

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T H E L A D L E M A N is throat felt as if it were choked with soot. The ff 3? f 3'l tl l burning in his lungs and nose was unbearable. 3 y! Sharp pains shot through his aching arms and A X ' A back. Excruciating heat blasted his face and bare crest 1 . Holding the ladle with his left hand, he shut off the fuel line while the foreman cut down the air blast. As the roar died, a scoop of charcoal was dropped into the glowing maw, causing it to cough a shower of crackling, orange sparks. Alright son-here she comes! From the lip of the dull red mouth, a stream of molten white brass bubbled and gurgled into the ladle. It gave out a sharp slapping sound as it gradually filled up. The ever- increasing weight made him feel that he must drop the ladle or have his arms torn from his scorching body. He dared not take his seared eyes from the glowing stream for fear of letting some of the metal spatter over his legs and feet. That's good! Hurry up with 'er and don't let it freeze! With a rapid dog-trot he jogged over to the pouring HOOI, being careful not to spill the seething contents. As he poured each mold it belched a cloud of green gaseous smoke. The re- sulting sickish-sweet taste reminded him of a time when, as a boy, he put a copper penny in his mouth. Sweat rolled tan- talizingly down his face, back of his ears and dripped off his chin onto his bare chest and arms. He longed to brush it away, but dared not release the ladle handle. Water !-was what he craved-water! A momentary pic- ture flashed through his throbbing brain. He saw a long, green lawn stretching away to a clear lake. OE the lake came a breeze. A boy, like himself, stood with wide-spread arms, deeply breathing the fresh lake air- Let's go, come on, 1et's go! It was the foreman's voice. The boy turned back to the scorching heat, the back aches, the burning lungs and sweat soaked clothes . . . and worked doggedly until the last metal from the seemingly bottomless furnace was poured. 215