Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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I Ex ' -': 5' f i' 2' 5' , 11:5 it iii QIz,ia'.-E 1Z.f3 fra fi - .... -AL1 fi V - AIR-PLANES KATH EREN EMERSON-511116, 1921 BOUT. the time of the VVorld's lf air here in St. Louis, our illustrious parents and relatives were standing out in the hot sun, hats off, gazing into the heavens, to see a basket resembling a clothes-hamper, attached to a huge piece of inliated rubber, floating around up in the clouds. They thought it was marvelous. They stood and watched the 1nan float around awhile. Wlien he wanted to come down, all he had to do was to let out the gas. Some trick! Consider the strides in the past twenty years. The Vlfright Brothers perfected the airplane' and from the crude balloon of the late eighteen hundreds, we have progressed to the marvelous pieces of mechanism which were such an important factor in the Great XV ar. Up to the present time, we have thought of aircraft as almost exclusively a wartime feature, but in these days of Disarmament and Genoa Conferences, our thoughts are turning away from war, and we are begin- ning to think of to what use these wonderful mechanical birds are going to be put. NV hen we think of what strides inventive genius along the aircraft line has made in the last few years, we can safely say that nothing is impossible. W'e can let our imaginations run wild and still be pretty safe. ln fact, we think, that by the year nineteen-thirty, or thereabouts, domestic life will be just about revolutionized. just think of architecture. An ad in the Morning Skylark will prob- ably read: For rent, one strictly modern efficiency apartment, ten bathrooms. one living-room, carloric expert in building, ade- quate hangars for family planes. Then a modern family will rent the apart- ment. The living room will have as many beds as are needed to accommodate the family, all concealed in the walls, ceiling. and Hoor, and modestly sheathed in curtains, W'hen the family rises in the morning, the beds amble back to their hiding places, the family attire themselves within the curtains, which automatically disappear when not in use, and a table rises up out of tl1e atmos- phere. Oh, the apartment has everything, even automatic orange seeders Cprovided the caloric expert approvesj. Father will probably start out first. He will got out to the hangar, take out his utili- tarian, sable black plane Qequipped with wire wingsj and go down to the office, just two hundred miles away. Probably, the debutante daughter has an appointment with her modiste in Paris at ten o'clock, so at eight, she takes out her henna demon speed- ster fvanity case at steering wheelj to give herself time to take in the styles in New York as she goes through. Around four in the afternoon, the gro- cery man makes his rounds delivering the calories, guaranteed germless, for the eve- ning repastf' He never moves out of his plane, but with an automatic a1'm attach- ment hands out the supplies and he majes- tically moves on when this is done. The modern bungalow will be equipped with a hangar on the roof so when Mother wants to take the trusty family bus out for airing, she will just get into the elevator Qwarranted to go up most of the timej and ascend to the roof. A mornings shopping will be consummated with neatness and dispatch , for all stores will have airplane accommodations. It will be absolutely necessary to have traffic cops in the heavens. Nets will be suspended all over the terra firmaf' for, you know, accidents might happen, especially if mademoiselle becomes too much en- grossed adjusting her complexion, or an eloping couple become too much interested in-ah, watching the scenery. So it goes: out of the water, onto the earth, olf of the earth into the air. Inventive genius, long may it live and flourish! Fifty-nine