A Century Hence SCHOOL LIFE IN 2024 A.D. CRASH! My bed turns over automatically and I am deposited on the floor. It is eight o'clock and the switch, operating the above fiendish substitute for an alarm clock, is operated from school so that, at the moment, I am in the same predicament as the rest of the 450 scholars. After donning my one piece asbestos suit (washing being unnecessary under new atmospheric conditions) I partake of breakfast in tabloid form & step outside in time to catch the 8.10 aerobus & arrive at school two minutes later. The first lesson is English, and... the English mistress places a record on the gramophone and, a few seconds later, we are listening to Merchant of Venice. Shakespeare is unusually dull and my thoughts wander as well as my eyes. [...] Oh! I feel a sudden shock as the angry mistress, operating a switch on her desk, brings me back to earth again, by passing a current through me. --Leicester Mercury, 12 December 1924
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