[ WP ] The world wasnt always in colour . In fact , it was black and white before the 1930s and now someone is uncovering hints of a conspiracy .

It was hard to read the notes I found in that old book. Whoever wrote this was a sloppy writer. Worse, though was all the slang. It ’ s like deciphering a foreign language. At least I could usually tell which sections were written at different times, for some reason the color of the ink kept changing. Red, green, blue, even purple, a different color each time. 
 
 > The broad told me to meet her in the apple. The horn wouldn ’ t work for this one, her butter and egg man was in the hoosegow and she needed to bleed some cats cause she was beat. But the dame saw a buzzer and had to make tracks. So I nabbed a flivver and picked her up. The pip was togged to the bricks, a wheat like me ain ’ t used to seein that. She said the country was all wet and wanted to hit a speakeasy. But when she hopped in the seat her blinkers got wide and she blew her wig. She wasn ’ t just bumpin her gums, but she was blabberin like a Chicago typewriter on St Valentine ’ s Day. 
 
 I don ’ t know what this guy was writing about, but I just wanted to keep reading. The paper it was written on was old and greasy, I had found it stuffed in a book that I just bought at Beth ’ s Used Books, after Beth bought out a huge collection when some old professor died. That old nutcase lived boarded in the old mansion on top of the hill. Most people say he hadn ’ t left the house since the university shut down after world war II. The nurse that would check on him and bring him groceries once a week said he would always ramble on about the old days, like he really believed the world used to be black and white, it wasn ’ t just the old movies. 
 
 > We got some giggle juice at the speakeasy, but the clam-bake made it hard boiled. The gobble pipe was blowin and there were wet socks and golddiggers all over, gummin the works. Some torpedo wanted a Lincoln for a Cadillac. So we got on our plates and took a powder to a diner to get the low down. She had all the way but I just got city juice. I needed a snipe, not more hooch. The frail told me to get a rod, cause a G-man is after her. I was tryin to dig her booshwash, but she was jabberin too fast. Somethin about flying saucers and mind waves. 
 
 My head hurts every time a try to read this thing, but I can ’ t help but think it ’ s important. But wait, I forgot all about the book. The book these notes were in. But the book didn ’ t look like anything special, it was about the Roswell crash and some crazy conspiracy theories. There ’ s always conspiracy theories about it, but this one was a little different. The back cover said that the government wasn ’ t really trying to cover up aliens, but something entirely more earthbound. The Roswell crash happened in 1947 though, so the notes in the book must have been added later. That means someone was trying to put these two together. 
 
 The book was almost as confusing as the notes. Not because of some slang, but it just rambled on and on about government programs. Something about the Chinese, the Russians and the Americans working on some program to blind the Axis without affecting the Allies. But there was some accident that turned the world to color... 
 
 Turned... 
 The... 
 World... 
 To color. 

