Brooklyn Technical High School - Blueprint Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Pelamanthiate by ALBERT NADLER, F42 Illustrated by Hector Tomassi, 712 I rolled over drowsily and reached for the bell to call my butler. Instead my hand grasped nothing but wet grass. Startled, I sat upright. Luxurious waves of long green grass stretched out in all directions as far as the eye could see. For a moment panic gripped me, but I soon regained control of myself. I tried hard to think of my last con- scious act. I dimly remembered working in my laboratory and then slipping, knocking over two glasses on a shelf. One had contained water, and the other pela- manthiate, my marvelous new discovery. It was a liquid which when injected into the blood stream of any living creature caused that creature to dwindle rapidly in size until he was invisible under the most powerful microscope, and then to grow again to his normal size. This occurred in a fraction of a second. As I pondered over this, I suddenly noticed that I was nude. The excitement of my new surroundings had made me overlook this point. As I thought of this 12 new enigma, I noticed a cut on my arm smeared with a frothy, yellow fluid. I screamed aloud in mental agony and sank to my knees sobbing. Pelamanthiate had the same appearance. I had probably cut myself on the falling glass that had some pelamanthiate on it and had dwindled in size, falling out of my clothes as I did so. But where was I? What was this strange place? Seeking to answer these questions, I set out in the first direction that came to my mind. After walking for what seemed hours, I found myself ap- proaching some huge semi-circles that seemed to be water bubbles fastened to the ground. Upon nearing these, I saw strange figures begin to issue from them. They were white, oval creatures with thin spindly legs and large staring eyes. They formed a silent circle about me and just looked at me. The ring was suddenly broken by an- other of these strange creatures who came right up to me, made an about face, and stalked away. Something in my mind told me I was to follow him. He led me to a dome that was larger than the rest and entered it through a door, that I was able to pass under with ease. Another of these beings, larger than the rest, squatted on the ground. He seemed to be a king of some sort. I was taken before him and a queer thing happened. Questions began to appear in my mind. Who was I? Where did I come from? As I an- swered thesc questions inwardly, the king nodded that he understood. It was a con' versation in mental telepathy. I learned one fact that was a clue to my whereabouts. The surface earth of this

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world was only a few feet thick and under it was-water! It suddenly came to me. I was actually living on a globule of water from the glass I had spilt! As I turned to leave by the same door I had entered by, I found that I had to stoop to go through it now! I was grow- ing larger again! Everything went black and I remembered no more. I came to fully clothed, just hitting the floor as the last remnants of the broken glasses tumbled down about me. My but- ler assisted me to my feet the moment he entered. I said nothing to him, however, and explained that it was an accident. The moment the butler left me, I destroyed the formula of that hellish fluid and threw the remaining pelamanthiate down the drain. Sometimes as I lie in bed at night, I wonder if it was all just a dream, but no! I still have a cut on my arm with some pale yellow stains on it. How the Doughnut Got Its Hole by ALLAN GOLD, A53 Illustrated by Frank Blumetti, 810 Once upon a time doughnuts were solid! They did not have, as dough- nuts have now, a hole through the center. In the land of Nahootnihigh there ruled a king named Joe Il. He was a very good king. He ruled justly, accepted bribes, and never refused to pay black- mail. His people loved him and showed their great love by not attempting assassi- nations on Saturday and Wednesday. joe II returned this love by reducing the tax on air to one cent a breath. This state of affairs pleased no one but the criminals of the country. One day an American tourist came to Nahootnihigh. This may not seem very remarkable, unless one considers the fact that America had not yet been discovered. But a little thing like that can't stop an American tourist. This tourist was a beau- tiful young lady of sixty-three and King joe, having never seen an American be- fore, fell head over heels in love with her. But the American tourist was not of royal blood and everyone was horrified at the thought of having a commoner for queen. There was nothing else for poor King Joe to do but abdicate. However the criminals of Nahootnihigh didn't like this. If some one else became king they might not be so well off. One dark night they met and decided to assassinate King Joe because everyone knows a dead king - .- ai-qs-Q.r.'g . 1' f-,fy ' , .., -Z j'1'lj. !7f-'f Qf,t, ' ' .f,Q-'rlififi .AL N gp. t .M , 5 -. . I -. - V Ii-Lai.-. Nr: - - ' I - ' TQ, -.,. 'i E ' I f , ' 'f 515175 K 1 , ' 'A 535 -..' . 5 - . ,' Nt -' ' . --L 1 ' - . ig., 5 , , - -, . 'Z ' ,.f' . - 3:55 ' , ' '-Pc 5 J' , ' I'-it-:'. i-:TIL .xxx fl 'Al i I' A ,. ,figs V 2, 57 ' Q 1.5 5' .rr M I f - J f-f'i,L ' ' - ., . - .ffl ,.,, ., 3 ' ,.',.' I - 1, t. ff' . -V ' 14- '. 'a x ' - ., .- .,, gin' , 1, 974 a, '. 1- - -' - 322: fi 4 Q79 ,532 - . ::m g5yzag,-p ' any-H ad, 5 -' IH ' 3129-jg1':,. . - p I -j . 'UK 1. ,ff1A!'.' , . . 4649+ X5 lflqfhl, IW' Q t. f kQ,jfV,431ll0 Sf'z l5i5'i f -. . ' Vfigsfhfrx--22'?'f ' c ,,,,'.r. ,A V . .. .. .. --C - -:'-.,'Q,f',.r- aj,:.,r 1' H 13