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Scienti Tales, v. 1, issue 1, January 1939
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THE TIME EXPERIMENT SCIENTI-TALES PAGE 16... they were going only twenty-five years into the past. Why? Was there some deep mysterious reason behind this experiment? The newshawk, Nosey Devons, saw the professor pull the handle. At first nothing seemed to happen, and then there was a terrific explosion. The laboratory blew up and outwards like a toy paper house. The Time Cage was thrown high into the air, to fall down in a smashing thud. The reporter was hurled against a tree nearest the bushes, to fall down...motionless. Some time later he came to his sense. He stood up groggily, his head hurt and blood was streaming down his face. Then realizing that the two men in the cage must also have been hurt, he staggered over to see what he could for him. He saw that the professor and Stockton were not dead, but unconscious. Fortunately the cage had not crumpled, although it was banged up quite a bit. Nosey tried to open and the door jammed. Seeing that the two men needed medical aid, he turned, and ran about a quarter of a mile before he reached his hidden car. He quickly informed the authorities of the nearest town of what had happened. Soon, ambulances and doctors including the authorities, were on their way towards the now wrecked laboratory. Before he went to a doctor to have his bleeding head treated, he telephoned his paper, which was seen on the streets with the front page screaming out the news in big, blaring letters. The ambulance came to a screeching stop a few feet away from the cage, in which Stockton, now conscious but moaning and trying to extricate himself. The professor was still unconscious. Two other cars stopped in back of the ambulance, and the sheriff and the citizens got out. They were soon hacking and sawing at the bars. The Electricite metal, though tough, soon gave in at the insistent sawing. By this time the clearing was crowded with people. Reporters were on the scene taking notes, photographers were taking pictures of the wrecked laboratory cage. Van Loon and Stockton were being carried away from the wreckage. The doctors examined the two men. The multi-millionaire had a broken leg, a deep, bleeding gash on one cheek and other numerous bruises. While the professor had a sprained arm, a deep cut on his right leg and forehead. Fortunately they had no deadly injuries. But nevertheless the two men were sent to the hospital. Nosey Devons stood in front of the Henry A. Crammer Memorial hospital, in honor of the famous surgeon whose name it bore; an imposing building on the outskirts of Clearstone, a small but beautiful town. A flight of stairs led Nosey to the door of the hospital, whose six stories ended in a glass dome. An elevator took him to the fifth floor. He entered the two room ward where, he had been told by the desk nurse he would find Stockton and the professor. Stockton was propped up in his bed. His broken leg now plastered, hung suspended by a sling affair from the ceiling. His face wreathed in bandages. Van Loon his injuries treated, was strapped to his bed as he struggled to free himself. He was screaming and laughing, mumbling and crying in sheer madness. Sometimes he would calm down and be still for a few minutes, when he would suddenly start again. Devon with pencil in his hand, and paper, asked Stockton the inside facts of the experiment. But Stockton told him to be patient. The authorities of the town were coming up to visit him and he was going to tell all that there was to be told to them. As if to verify his words, in came cheif Brandon, some of his men, followed by the press reporters came in. Cheif Brandon having respect for a well known person
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THE TIME EXPERIMENT SCIENTI-TALES PAGE 16... they were going only twenty-five years into the past. Why? Was there some deep mysterious reason behind this experiment? The newshawk, Nosey Devons, saw the professor pull the handle. At first nothing seemed to happen, and then there was a terrific explosion. The laboratory blew up and outwards like a toy paper house. The Time Cage was thrown high into the air, to fall down in a smashing thud. The reporter was hurled against a tree nearest the bushes, to fall down...motionless. Some time later he came to his sense. He stood up groggily, his head hurt and blood was streaming down his face. Then realizing that the two men in the cage must also have been hurt, he staggered over to see what he could for him. He saw that the professor and Stockton were not dead, but unconscious. Fortunately the cage had not crumpled, although it was banged up quite a bit. Nosey tried to open and the door jammed. Seeing that the two men needed medical aid, he turned, and ran about a quarter of a mile before he reached his hidden car. He quickly informed the authorities of the nearest town of what had happened. Soon, ambulances and doctors including the authorities, were on their way towards the now wrecked laboratory. Before he went to a doctor to have his bleeding head treated, he telephoned his paper, which was seen on the streets with the front page screaming out the news in big, blaring letters. The ambulance came to a screeching stop a few feet away from the cage, in which Stockton, now conscious but moaning and trying to extricate himself. The professor was still unconscious. Two other cars stopped in back of the ambulance, and the sheriff and the citizens got out. They were soon hacking and sawing at the bars. The Electricite metal, though tough, soon gave in at the insistent sawing. By this time the clearing was crowded with people. Reporters were on the scene taking notes, photographers were taking pictures of the wrecked laboratory cage. Van Loon and Stockton were being carried away from the wreckage. The doctors examined the two men. The multi-millionaire had a broken leg, a deep, bleeding gash on one cheek and other numerous bruises. While the professor had a sprained arm, a deep cut on his right leg and forehead. Fortunately they had no deadly injuries. But nevertheless the two men were sent to the hospital. Nosey Devons stood in front of the Henry A. Crammer Memorial hospital, in honor of the famous surgeon whose name it bore; an imposing building on the outskirts of Clearstone, a small but beautiful town. A flight of stairs led Nosey to the door of the hospital, whose six stories ended in a glass dome. An elevator took him to the fifth floor. He entered the two room ward where, he had been told by the desk nurse he would find Stockton and the professor. Stockton was propped up in his bed. His broken leg now plastered, hung suspended by a sling affair from the ceiling. His face wreathed in bandages. Van Loon his injuries treated, was strapped to his bed as he struggled to free himself. He was screaming and laughing, mumbling and crying in sheer madness. Sometimes he would calm down and be still for a few minutes, when he would suddenly start again. Devon with pencil in his hand, and paper, asked Stockton the inside facts of the experiment. But Stockton told him to be patient. The authorities of the town were coming up to visit him and he was going to tell all that there was to be told to them. As if to verify his words, in came cheif Brandon, some of his men, followed by the press reporters came in. Cheif Brandon having respect for a well known person
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