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A u t o m a t i c A ge
February, 1931
A LONGING GLANCE AT AUTOMATIC
FUTURITY
By WILLIAM G e r s h , New York City
This is the year 2010 A . D. We awake. The air is much more
invigorating this morning. W e have only a small apartment in
a middle-class neighborhood. It is on the 97th floor. The pesky
air-planes have been buzzing around all morning. Sometimes peo
ple shout to us when landing on the field of the building across the
way. The Smiths always seem to stay out late. They always catch
the last air-bus to their building. .What luck some people have.
To the bathroom. W e drop a coin in a slot and out comes a steri
lized razor and blade. We shave. Lotion ? Another coin. W e
have a celluloid container of lotion just enough for us. Hang it—
the toothpaste is all used up! Another coin into a slot and we
have more toothpaste. Now for our mouthwash. So for a few
cents into our ultra modem slot machine service we have completed
our toilet.
W hy bother about breakfast? Out into the hall, where we come
across some of the other thousands of tenants, and to the automatic
machines at the end of the corridor. A few morecoins, and we
carry back a tray of breakfast. Wonder why the landlord never
thinks of placing some different rolls in the machines? So we eat.
The morning paper? Another coin and it is ours. W e are run
ning short of coin. So to the change machine at the end of the
corridor, insert a larger coin, and we receive a number of smaller
ones. Satisfactory for the present. Now to the door. A coin opens
the container, and also acts as final payment, our suit is returned
to us cleaned and pressed. We deposited it there last night. So to
the compartment at the bottom of the door. W e place annther coin.
A fast whirling, swishing noise. W e place our shoes in. In a few
moments they are cheerfully, and excellently polished for us.
W e are at last ready to enter the outer world. W e buzz the
elevator button. (Ought to take the express car. Gets you there
more quickly). It arrives at last. W e push another button and we
find ourselves on the roof, 150 stories above the ground. W e press
the signal light. The next air-bus stops at the landing. W e get in.
Drop a coin in the box, and away we go.
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