Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 281, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 November 1910 — GRANDSTAND OF THE FUTURE [ARTICLE]

GRANDSTAND OF THE FUTURE

Poetic Prophet Tello What It Will Be Like When All the Contests Are In the Air. Ah, the grandstand of the future— I can see it in my dream, where, crowded thick like packed sardines, we’ll watch the white wings gleam. The wings of angels? you will ask—oh, reader, do not mock, but hold your breath as still as death and harken to my talk. The grandstand of the future—it’s not built of girders strong, nor fashioned out of lumber, to hold the yelling throng; but as the ships go sailing past—oh, no, ’tis not the sea, for yachting bouts will be too tame, I think, for you and me. These ships, forsooth, are in the air, and it is of their wings of which 1 fain would talk to you along" with other things. And, instead of future races forming, necks like giraffes from rubbering through the atmosphere to watch the sailing throng, some genius with an idea, a novel way he’ll found for watching aeronautics lying flat upon the ground. The grandstand of the future —you go hustling to the gate, make a purchase of your ticket and leave the rest to fate; for once within that sacred pale, shut off from sponger’s view, you’ll have to find a place to squeeze your anxious body through. The spectators are stretched in rows, are lying still and fiat; no worry over race course clothes, much less a stunning hat; but instead of these adornments that pall on the appetite, goggles form “piece de resistance” all agleam with jewels bright; and in comfortable position with your eyes turned toward the sun, we’ll watch the aviators speed until the race is won. The grand stand of the future —it is coming, never fear; just look and see what has transpired in one brief, busy year. And though you scorn the idea, with derision shout me down, you’ll be first to buy your ticket for that grandstand on the ground.—Kansas City Star.