A RADIO ADVENTURE

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 49, 29 June 1928, Page 15

A RADIO ADVENTURE

(By

Peterkin.

OU remember what weather we had | last summer; so many of those nor*west days that make you feel just a wee bit drowsy after lunch-well one Monday afternoon I had to come along here to 3YA to see Big Brother, and as I was rather early, I sat in one of those big chairs in the lounge, to wait for him. I had a radio magazine with me, so I began to look through it, but it wasn’t long before I began to nod my head, and I’m afraid I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew was that someone was tapping me on the shoulder. {= was a man whom I hadn't seen before, and he said :- "Would you mind coming upstairs with me? We are just about to try a great experiment." "Yes, certainly," I said, as I rose from my chair. "What kind of experiment is it going to be?’ ‘We are going to test a new transmitter," was the reply, "I haye invented 2 machine which will turn solid objects into waves which can be sent to any part of the world. Then these wares are caught by another machine, which turns them back into the original object." ‘PEAT sounds yery amazing," I said, "You mean to say that you will be able to send letters or books, or even parcels, through the air in the form of waves?’ "Exactly," said the inventor of this wonderful machine, "We have already done that, and to-day we intend to try something far greater. We believe we ean send a human being through space." "And I suppose you intend to experiment on me," I said, as I grabbed ny hat. The inventor took me gently by the arm. "We are offering you the opportunity of being the first man to travel by wireless," he said. "Just think of the fame and honour attached to it." | "I thought it over for a few moments; and then accompanied my new friend upstairs. I was taken to a peculiar, weird-looking machine, something like a dentist’s chair, surrounded with wires and dials and funny-looking glowing bulbs. "Ts this the arrangement," I asked, timidly. "It is,’ was the proud reply. "Will you sit on the chair, please?’ "J’m not sure that I will," I said, rather suspiciously. "It looks too much like a dentist’s chair, and I don't like that kind of chair." THE inventor assured me that it was much more comfortable than a dentist’s chair. "But where do you intend to send me?’ Is asked. "I would like to know that before I submit to the experiment." "Oh, not very far," was the cool reply. "Just up to the moon." "My hat!’ I gasped. "And suppose they haven't tuned it properly on the moon, and they fail to catch me. What will happen to me then? "In that case you might possibly turn into a comet or a shooting star, and go flying through space until something picks you up," said the inventor. "But there is really no need to worry. Nothing can go wrong, and they will send you back from the moon just as soon as you like." "All right,’ I agreed. "I suppose I mwmight as well risk it. We have only to die once." SAT in the chair, and my ankles and wrists were fastened with steel clasps, while a steel cap was placed on my head, "Well, au revoir," said the inventor, with a smile, as he grasped a switch,

"You will have a wonderful tale to tell | when you return." "But I don't want to go," I cried. "T won't risk it. I won't go. Let me out of this at once. How do you know that there are people on the moon who will send me back? Stop! Stop!’ UT it was too late. The man pulled down the switch, pins and needles shot through me, and everything grew dark. I tried to shout, to struggle, but I couldu’t. Then I seemed to be fulling -falling-and a voice said: "Peterkin, you should be ashamed of yourself, Fancy falling asleep at the studio. I never heard -the like." And there was Big Brother standing in front of me. I was still in my chair in the lounge. And wasn't I glad it was only a dream,