Walt Whitman Junior High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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and he walked away. I stood there frozen. I looked at my watch. If was five minutes past eight!! According to history, the Titanic was supposed to hit that fateful iceberg in seven minutes! what should I do? I wondered. I still had my time machine. I could go back to the Institution or I could take a chance and find myself in another time and place. I decided to take the chance. After a11,what could be worse then disaster on the Titanic. I ran out on deck and pressed the buttons and began getting drowsy and dizzy. I woke up in a sunny port. It looked as if I were in China or Japan from the way the people looked and dressed. I stood up. I knew my time machine was no good anymorefit could be used only twiceij so I threw it in the lake. Then I approached a man on deck. NGood morning,H I said cheerfully HHow do you do,H he answered. I asked as calmly as I could? Nwhere am 1 and what is the date?' nwhere are you?Uhe repeated, nwell the date is August 6,1945.The time is 9:12 A.M. and you are in Hiroshima, Japan.H It was then I fainted for I knew that in exactly three minutes I would find myself inevitably dead. For in three minutes the United States would drop the deadliestbomb ever used on the city in which I was standing. And so, Mr.Ange1, that is how I met my end. What is your verdict? UReport to cloud 347. There youU1 get your wings and harp. Oh, by the wayg it's nice to have you here. Welcomein Stephen Sidorsky 43

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THE TIM MACHINE' The people called me mad.That's why they put me here. I could have done wonders for the scientific world if only given half the chance. But no one would listen to me. They told me to go away and bother someone else. Even as a boy I invented great things. When I was eighteen years old, I invented a super-duper atomic roach-pulver- izer. But when I tried to sell it, peopled laughed and told me to go back to my playpen. just a few months ago while I was working on my newest idea, a serum to cure the common cold, my laboratory caught fire. I ran out just before it exploded and ruined an entire block of buildings. It was then the police picked me up. They put me in that prison which slyly goes under the name of NMelvin Coutropsky Institute for the Mentally Handicappedn. That's right! They think I'm mad! For a man of my intelligence and abilities, the type of treat- ment I received there was very humiliating and degrading. Each time I told them I was Dr.Rudyard Oliver Browning, world famous inventor, poet, scientist, etc., etc., they said, HSure, sure, and this guy's Napoleon, and that fellow's Julius Caesarin In fact, I myself was beginning to think I was mad and that's why I had to make my escape. The one good thing about the Institution was the electricity shop where I built the machine which got me out. No, it wasn't an atomic ray-gun or a hydrogenicdriU. No, it wasn't a rocket ship either, but a small compact box I called the HBrowning Automatic Bra Eradi- catorn. Translation - A TimeMachine What's that you ask? You think 1f'S impossible for me to have built a time machine? Well, I'm not one to admit failure, but I will admit 42 UC yoj, 1 HD' YXHCHKNE was in its development- al stage. That is, I didn't know if it would work. But how else was I to find out unless I tested it? The only thing I knew about it was that it would only work twice: once to get me there and once to get me back. But I was confident.I wouldn't have to return, so that part did not matter. Let's see, the day I completed it was December l6,l96O. The next day was as good as any to take leave and so I did. I woke up at 6:45 the next morn- ing--ready for my adventure. I pressed the buttons--I felt drowsy and dizzy. I woke up. But where was I? It looked like some kind of large ship. I went over to someone and asked, NSay, old boy, where am I?U Hwhat do you mean? Where am I? You're on the good ship Titanic, the unsinkable vessel, the greatest of them all! Where am I? he says,n

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