Springfield (Ill.) -- Fiction; Springfield (Ill.) -- In literature; Utopias in literature
People go to the High Schools past their twenty-first year. And the town
is first torn up by High School pupils, children of the local
multimillionaires, such of them as still have brains and body enough to
go through the rigid examinations for aviation. These children of men
with buried gold are again and again at the top of the aviation
waiting-lists. This is especially exasperating because having a private
fortune is proclaimed in every political speech to be against the
Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the State of
Illinois.
And so youngsters of the Wicked Standings, the Cheerful Radleys, the
Arrogant Rocks, the Fat Zebeskys, the Nervous Kusukos, the Slick Slack
Kopenskys, the Shrewd Sims family, and all that set try successfully to
monopolize the priceless Brahmin and Bird of Paradise. Their sinecure is
defended in silly verse by Findlay Bryson, John Nash, sometimes called
“Beau Nash,” and Margaret Rand.
May 20:—Many of those parading the streets in the Redbreast costume are
skillful High School seniors, young men and women, licensed graduate
aviators, whose machine rent-money has been refused through the
quibbling of the corrupted authorities. The only work left open to them
is drilling for the work of mail carriers for the International
Government. Word comes to the news room at the top of the Truth Tower
that all through the counties touching the Springfield wall, wherever
Brahmin and Bird of Paradise machines reach the ground, the farmers
taking Springfield affairs a little more seriously than we do, proceed
to set torch to the wings.
May 21:—The Robin Redbreast people can work, at least, and their costume
has now flooded the offices. There is such a tension everywhere (without
the least thing really happening) and the streets are so full of
marching Robins that the young sports say today that they have
surrendered. There is much talk of peace and sentimental prattle about
our dear little town and slush about all calling each other “cousin”
again. But just before midnight _The Boone Ax_ gets out an extra,
charging that the Brahmin and Bird of Paradise machines are tied up to
the snob children by long time leases and there is not one but still
remains in the hands of the owner of a secret fortune or some directly
obligated minion of the same.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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