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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mstdn.ca/users/paulisci/statuses/111683034422710085">Paul Fairie (paulisci@mstdn.ca)'s status on Tuesday, 02-Jan-2024 14:09:36 JST</a><a href="https://mstdn.ca/@paulisci" title="paulisci@mstdn.ca"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/97019-48-20230210163532.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Paul Fairie" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Paul Fairie</a><div><a href="https://mstdn.ca/@paulisci/111683032893819877" rel="in-reply-to">in reply to</a></div></section><article><p>Beds will automatically fling children out in the morning</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/2530325#notice-5008592">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-01-02T14:09:36+09:00" title="Tuesday, 02-Jan-2024 14:09:36 JST">about 11 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mstdn.ca/@paulisci/111683034422710085" rel="external" title="Sent from mstdn.ca via ActivityPub">mstdn.ca</a></span></span><a href="https://mstdn.ca/@paulisci/111683034422710085">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/2052605">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 &amp; step outside in time to catch the 8.10 aerobus &amp; 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</a></label><br><a href="https://cdn.mastdn.ca/media_attachments/files/111/683/033/680/717/843/original/3f18df05633313f2.png" rel="external">https://cdn.mastdn.ca/media_attachments/files/111/683/033/680/717/843/original/3f18df05633313f2.png</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Paul Fairie (paulisci@mstdn.ca)'s status on Tuesday, 02-Jan-2024 14:09:36 JST Paul Fairie
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1. 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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