Littleton College - Chatterbox Yearbook (Littleton, NC)

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THE CHATTERBOX. 265 saw in the midst of the wild, roaring Martian beasts released from their cages, a lone girl who rushed about calling loudly here and there, marshaling the animals into line. And then leaping lightly to thc back of the wildest of all savage looking creatures, and balancing herself gracefully on one foot, she gave a loud whistle and the race began. Round and round they flew, increasing the noise and speed to such an alarming rate that the Traveler grew dizzy. HIsn't it great 2 cried Annie above the din. And doesn' t Winnie Evans make a splendid circus-trainer? Next week we have a Wild West Show. Winnie is training the natives for cow-boys. Now, if you have seen enough here, we'll run over to the Observatory. They climbed to the top of the cupola, and there, by the eyepiece of the great telescope sat Mabel West, dreamily gaz- ing into space. 4'She makes the most accurate observations and is really an excellent astronomer, whispered Annie, but I find that her telescope is focused almost constantly upon Earth, and I fear that some attraction there will eventually lure her away from us. The last express brought her a soltrairef' What news of Earth, O Traveler 2 cried Mabel, as she caught sight of the intruders. I saw your air-ship as you approached .and have eagerly awaited your coming. gave you seen-3 She left the question unfinished. ciWOl1ld you like to see the Mississippi River Z-and the moon shows as a tiny crescent. This will be a beautiful moonlight night at home. I wish-- Again she paused and sighed. Annie beckoned to the Traveler, and together they tiptoed out, unnoticed by the dreaming star-gazer. Once more in the open they laughed heartily, tho sympathetically. Pvc done it! I've done it 17' cried a triumphant voice close at hand, and they turned to see Rebie Morris running excitedly toward them.

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264 THE CHATTERBOX. How do I know Z cried Mary with withering scorn. How do T know! It is evident that you were never ag quainted with the former May Mayo. The Traveler had blundered. He felt it wise to chaiige the subject. NAnd is this Little Lord Fa1mtleroy? he asked, turning to a tiny curly-haired youngster dressed in the dearest little suit and cimning red socks. 4'That is Bernice. She just its those clothes that she acci- dentally brought from Earth,-and isn't she sweet? We call her Sunny, which, you see, can be spelt in either of two ways. She is the merriest baby in the Nursery. HJ-o-k-e-s, jokes, said the Traveler, reading the letters on the alphabet blocks which the child was arranging on the floor. That is a habit of hers. It seems to be the result of a tragical period in her previous life, the memory of which clings to her in spite of our repeated doses of oblivion tablets. Over and over again she picks out those ive letters, arranges them into that word, puckers her brow, and holds out her hands so pleadingly. But then she pushes the blocks away, as you see her doing now, with that happiest of happy laughter, and seems to quite forget her trouble. But what is her future destiny 2 'fOhI she is to become a great prima donna, a singer such as the world has never known. We inoculated her with the germ of musical genius. '4Thank you Mary, said President Annie, seeing that the Traveler was sufficiently impressed. 4'Now we'll visit the Zoo. We are just in time for the daily drill. As the two approached a great noise issued from the Zoo, which was built on the circus plan, tiers upon tiers of seats surrounding an arena. The Traveler gazed spell-bound as he .

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266 THE C'HATTER.B0X. Done what 2 Invented the rooting-machine ! A wha-a-at 3 Booting-machine-for ball games. Don't you under- stand? A machine that will root at a ball game. A rooting- machine! N ow, I can teach the natives to play b-all. Just listen. She pressed the button on a little instrument in her hand. Zip! Zap! Zah! Zate! IJ. F. Q! 1908!', yelled the rooting-machine lustily. And then Air-ships I Motors ! Trolley-cars ! Baseball! Baseball! Baseball! Mars! Isn't it bea-utiful 2 c1'ied its fond parent. It's speed and capacity for endurance are double my own. Oh! I'd rather go to a ball game than eat when I'm hungry. I'd rather be at a ball game than in Heaven. J oy! .I oy! My darling rooter! I've made my name! And she rushed along to spread the glorious news. Bebie always had very high aspirations, said Annie proudly. HI am glad that she has succeeded. She is' the life of the Colony. You have still to see the model hospital. Shall we stop now? The wards are so beautifully kept that I wish to exhibit them. Pauline Herring is in charge. Now isn't that neat 37' She ushered him into the sunny ward in which were rows of immaculate hospital cots-all empty. 4'But where are the patients 2 he asked of the energetic Pauline who came smilingly towards them. Oh! we don't want any patients in the beds. They would wrinkle the sheets. Are you a physician ? No,-not exactly, and she turned hastily to smooth an imaginary wrinkle from one of the cots.