from "Time Marches On,"by D. Balaban, Class of 1938 in the 1937 Latin School Register

"Many a Fourth Classman, while leisurely perusing the pages of his history, has probably wondered whether the ancient heroes of whom he reads really lived . . . Is it not possible, nay even probable, that some legends have smuggled their way into the archives of our ancestors and have been handed down to us as the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Let us take ot for granted that this is so and that, as time rolls on, more and more ficticious names appear, more legendary heroes occur, and more and more myths are accepted as fact. Therefore, let us step into the elevator of eons; let Father Time cast aside his beard, scythe, and gown, take a bath, don his uniform and cap, and thus transform himself from the Grim Reaper into the trim elevator boy who takes us up, up, up, past century after century until he finally stops at ten thousand A.D. Through the elevator's open door we see tall, slender skyscrapers and tremendous flat-roofed buildings, signs of a great and prosperous land. Very well; let us enter that huge edifice above whose door hangs the sign 'Cosmopolitan Library.' . . . EXCERPTS FROM THE CURRENT ENCYCLOPEDIA, 10,000 A.D.: Julius Caesar: The "Commentaries of Julius Caesar" was an instrument of torture used by unscrupulous school-teachers in their handling of innocent school children. In the worra Museum lies a letter from one of the victims. This blood-stained, tear-soaked document is worded thus: Dear Charley: I flunked. Pete. William Shaikespree: Little is known about this being. The eminent authority, Swin Git says that he wsa the author of the balad 'Swanee Fliver.' However, Sir Lore Lei claims that Shaikespree was a dog whose only claim to fame was that his bite inspired Barnyard Kripling to write "Hunka Tin." Both these men agree that dog or man, he inhabited the 'Mermade Tavern' during the nineteenth century . . . Ugh! let us hasten immediately from this great and prosperous land of ignorance and return to our own---. Ah, but is our own enlightened age any wiser?"