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Horizons, v. 2, issue 1, whole no. 5, October 1940

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6     HORIZONS
THE HOLLOW GLOBE

     "Oh, my angel! Oh, though divine butterfly who flutterest on thy gauzy wings from flower to flower, wilt thou descend from they lofty perch and accompany us to the meeting of the scientists?"
     "No, I won't wilt," came the voice of Cherry Blossom. "I am much too busy printing lessons and pictures for our children's cooperative school. Look, I'll show you."
     She descended into the hall, carrying a roll of papers, covered with hand printing and drawings of bizarre pictures.
     "We mothers, having been given the responsibility of educating the children up to twelve years of age, are trying to instill into their minds the best of art and noble ideas. And we have recently discovered a valuable specimen of the literature of the twentieth century.
     She exhibited a book of colored drawings of animals and humans whose appearance was almost demoniac.
     "It is of undoubted authenticity," she continued, "for see? The date is here. I intend to make a number of copies. But I am detaining you. Good bye, Old Rotten Potato, and you old Bean."
     "Good bye, Angel," said Spud. "See you later, and maybe offer you a trip to the moon, next time."

The Meeting

     On the platform a half dozen leaders faced the assembled crowd. Sam discovered that he was the only barbarian present--easily marked out by his different appearance. He whispered to Spud: "One of those leaders resembles my ancestors, even allowing for changed features. Who is he?"
     "That is Professor Rimless Cipher Smith," answered Spud. Then he was a cousin of Sam's! Sam wondered what his Uncle would have thought of his descendant. In addition to the long nose and pointed ears, he had a bristling mustache and pointed beard.
     "I can't understand," continued Sam, "Why these distinguished men have such--er--inappropriate names."
     "It is considered a mark of foolish fanity and bombast to be known by a high sounding name," answered Spud.
     Professor Bonehead resembled Prof. Smith--on a smaller scale.
     "Fellow scientists," he began, "I hope you will bear with me, if I state that I am the only man to solve the riddle of the so-called universe. Some of you confidently expect to travel in space outside the veil of cosmic dust, and to see the fabled stars in all their glory. You have hoped to see Venus, Saturn and Mars in all their beauty, perhaps colonize them. But, there is no place for us to go except the moon!
     "We have been taught that the earth revolves around the sun, and that the moon is our satellite. This we have continued to believe, even after the stars vanished. They also taught that there was a universe of suns revolving around each other. We must believe that they actually saw these stars, but they never discovered the true theory of their existence.

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6 HORIZONS THE HOLLOW GLOBE "Oh, my angel! Oh, though divine butterfly who flutterest on thy gauzy wings from flower to flower, wilt thou descend from they lofty perch and accompany us to the meeting of the scientists?" "No, I won't wilt," came the voice of Cherry Blossom. "I am much too busy printing lessons and pictures for our children's cooperative school. Look, I'll show you." She descended into the hall, carrying a roll of papers, covered with hand printing and drawings of bizarre pictures. "We mothers, having been given the responsibility of educating the children up to twelve years of age, are trying to instill into their minds the best of art and noble ideas. And we have recently discovered a valuable specimen of the literature of the twentieth century. She exhibited a book of colored drawings of animals and humans whose appearance was almost demoniac. "It is of undoubted authenticity," she continued, "for see? The date is here. I intend to make a number of copies. But I am detaining you. Good bye, Old Rotten Potato, and you old Bean." "Good bye, Angel," said Spud. "See you later, and maybe offer you a trip to the moon, next time." The Meeting On the platform a half dozen leaders faced the assembled crowd. Sam discovered that he was the only barbarian present--easily marked out by his different appearance. He whispered to Spud: "One of those leaders resembles my ancestors, even allowing for changed features. Who is he?" "That is Professor Rimless Cipher Smith," answered Spud. Then he was a cousin of Sam's! Sam wondered what his Uncle would have thought of his descendant. In addition to the long nose and pointed ears, he had a bristling mustache and pointed beard. "I can't understand," continued Sam, "Why these distinguished men have such--er--inappropriate names." "It is considered a mark of foolish fanity and bombast to be known by a high sounding name," answered Spud. Professor Bonehead resembled Prof. Smith--on a smaller scale. "Fellow scientists," he began, "I hope you will bear with me, if I state that I am the only man to solve the riddle of the so-called universe. Some of you confidently expect to travel in space outside the veil of cosmic dust, and to see the fabled stars in all their glory. You have hoped to see Venus, Saturn and Mars in all their beauty, perhaps colonize them. But, there is no place for us to go except the moon! "We have been taught that the earth revolves around the sun, and that the moon is our satellite. This we have continued to believe, even after the stars vanished. They also taught that there was a universe of suns revolving around each other. We must believe that they actually saw these stars, but they never discovered the true theory of their existence.