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...deaf that his intimates must shout close to his ear, so old that diet and digestion are matters of hourly concern to him, so famed that his stalest bromides on national questions can command national attention and respect (see p. 16), Inventor Thomas Alva Edison, 83, continued last week a living though not a lively man, plodding on with life's-end work in his Fort Myers, Fla., winter laboratory. Whether or not he lives to accomplish his latest work?finding a new source of rubber?he had lived to see a semi-official national celebration of his first great...
Just what were Inventor Edison's inmost thoughts about that celebration, or about his whole career and the fruits thereof and the uses to which they have been put, the public may not know. But last week Inventor Edison and the public could read in the Nation (pinko-liberal weekly) a fantasy by James Rorty, Irish-American free lancer, entitled "The Inventor Enters Heaven," which took for its point of departure a ten-minute interval of darkness and silence all over the U. S. in tribute to a deceased Inventor whom none could fail to recognize...
Excerpt: ". . . Suddenly the lights snapped on ... and now the ether vibrated with the earth-girdling bellow of the greatest radio hook-up in history. The eulogistic phrases were familiar; so was the toneless voice of an Ex-President of the United States for whom the great inventor remembered voting. But he could hear now, since death had stripped him of his protective infirmity. Muttering sadly to himself, the old man pressed his fingers to his ears...
...scene shifts to the gates of Heaven. "Something in the pyramidal, stepped-back style of the heavenly architecture struck the inventor as familiar. . . . Familiar, too, were the banners swung high above the streets of gold and bearing the inscription: 'Forward, Heaven. Business Is Good. Keep It Good...
Remarks the inventor: " 'The voices seem?well, perhaps a little light.' 'Of course,' answered the saint. 'That's the Rotarians. Boy sopranos. Always have been and always will be. Time without end. God knows I've heard enough of them...