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Title: Adolescents Only

Author: Irving E. Cox

Release Date: June 2, 2010 [EBook #32651]

Language: English

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ADOLESCENTS ONLY

By Irving Cox, Jr.

[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Imagination Stories of
Science and Fantasy January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any
evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

[Sidenote: Elvin wasn't sure how it had started--maybe it was the
Schermerhorn twins--or the mysterious "meteorite"--or else the world had
gone crazy....]

He tried to convince himself he had no right to gripe. It was a pleasant
place to live; he had privacy and a bath of his own. And the
Schermerhorns were reasonably broadminded people. They never objected to
his smoking or an occasional glass of beer. Last year at the
Neuhavens'--Gary Elvin cringed inwardly at the recollection.

Just the same, this was going too far. It was enough to endure their
kids all day long, five days of the week, without the addition of these
juvenile parties. This one had started an hour after dinner and it was
still going strong when Elvin returned from the late show at the Fox.

Naturally the Schermerhorn twins were popular tenth graders--husky,
blond Greek Gods who had everything, including a red Convertible and a
swimming pool Pop Schermerhorn had built for them at the ranch. Gary
Elvin had expected a certain number of parties when he decided to board
and room with the Schermerhorns, but hardly one every weekend.

He fled through the cluttered hall where a buxom lass was organizing
something called a bubble gum contest and took refuge on the damp and
deserted patio. He flung himself on a wet, canvas lounge, and looked up
at the bright night sky.

Bitterly he counted off the weeks. It was still early in November. He
had eight more months to endure before June came with its tempo