1939-'40 New York World's Fair

As you enter the fairgrounds your attention is divided between the large
central fountain and the four giant statues looking down into it. The
fountain is the Lagoon of Nations and the statues represent the Four
Freedoms. The fair causes you to remember everyone's hopes for peace from
when it opened in 1939.
Contents:
David Clark
Obvious exits:
World's Fair Docks Main Gate (To Triborough Bridge)  Southwest Gate Top of
the Perisphere The Perisphere The Trylon

A lone, young figure exits the Perisphere, shutting the door behind him,
and locking it securely. He looks up at the sky, squinting, and sighs;
he'd stayed much, much later than he thought he would. As you get closer,
you recognise him for his costume, and then for his youth and his mop of
yellow hair. He's Sandy the Golden Boy, and he looks /irritated/.

David Clark runs up to the Perisphere, goes into his bag and gets his tape
recorder. "Sandy! Sandy the Golden Boy!"

Sandy's head jerks up, and his eyes narrow. However, never one to pass up
a fan or a PR opportunity, he runs a hand through his hair and
straightens, trying to make himself look slightly more presentable. "Yeah,
that's...yeah. Me. I'm Sandy. Hi."

David Clark says "Dave Clark, UMAX Radio News. I'd like to ask some
questions for our listeners at home. Not often we get to catch a real
All-Star like this, even a kid sidekick.""

Raising an eyebrow, Sandy repeats, "'Even'? Um, well..." He tilts his head
and hooks his hands on his belt, and starts to say something - but is
interrupted in the way that most newsfolk excel at.

David Clark says "So, tell me Sandy, what's it like working with Sandman?
Any secrets you can tell our audience?"

Sandy looks at you skeptically. "Now, if I told you, they wouldn't be
secrets anymore, would they? Even assuming I /have/ secrets. Hey, I could
be Sandy...the /Golden Boy/...all the time, right?"

David Clark grins. "Just a figure of speech Golden Boy. Some gossip that
would give us a bit more of an idea of the MAN in the SANDMAN. We've all
been watching with interest his switch from the purple suit of old to the
gold tights ... is there any truth that his green/purple/orange original
outfit was chosen because he is colorblind?"

Opening his mouth to retort to that, Sandy suddenly blinks and pauses.
"Ex/cuse/ me? Are you implying that Sandman is a woman? If he is, he's a
darn ugly one." He shakes his head. "'Man in the Sandman'.../really/." He
looks down at his own outfit, then back up at Dave, unhooking his thumbs
from his belt. "Ehn. No. He, um, was just trying to be...er, cheerful. In
a world of olive drab and Batman."

David Clark says "Oh come now Sandy, you must admit that at least the new
suit is color-coordinated, even if it is identical to the uniform the
Tarantula was already wearing at the time. But the original costume
certainly wasn't cheerful and was a bane to the idea. So, please answer
the question: color-blind or not?"

Sandy exclaims, "Not! He's not colorblind. Where do you people come /up/
with these ideas?"

Grumbling, the Boy of Gold shakes his head again. "And it's not the same
costume as the Tarantula. Just the same colors. They're /good/ colors!
Colors aren't copyrighted. Geez. You'd think people would be less picky
when it comes to the clothes of the folks who save their skins."

David Clark grins. "Inspired by just looking at him. In fact, it is
interesting that Sandman has recently been seen in the costume he wore in
1939 ... this occured immediately after his several-month disappearence
from crimefighting. He has even retruned to his old gasgun from the
wirepoon he had been using. Is there any epplanation for the change? Any
truth to the rumor that he's going to be trading you off to the
Tarantula?"

David Clark shakes his head. "COme now Golden Boy ... both Sandman and the
Tarantula wear gold tights, with identical pruple masks, and purple
accessories."

Sandy's jaw just /drops/. He fishes for words for a second, then crosses
his arms, scowling. "He liked the old suit better. So he's flexible -
what's wrong with that? And /no/, there's no truth to the 'rumor that I'm
getting traded to the Tarantula'," he mimics sarcastically. "Gimme the
name of the jerk who came up with that one, and I'll have to have a little
talk with him. I'm the Sandman's sidekick," he says forcefully, jabbing
his thumb toward his chest, "And that's all there is to it!"

David Clark thinks for a bit. "There have been other rumors about
Sandman's return to the old, darker look. People have pointed out that
Batman has dressed his sidekick up in bright colors as a "Boy Target" to
distract gunfire away from him, and that now Sandman has followed suit,
preferring a sidekick who is also more brightly colored. Any comments?"

Sandy's scowl deepens. "Look. Robin's /not/ a boy target. Y'ever consider,
mister, maybe he doesn't wanna look like a gothic freak from some monastic
belfry or something?" His arms drop to his sides, and he straightens
again, and points to Dave. "Not like /you/ should talk about clothes. Sell
any insurance policies lately?"

David Clark ignores the cutting remark ... it'll all get edited out of the
tape later. "Ah, so you see fit to compare Sandman to a gothic freak ...
is this reflective of any other hidden complaints about your mentor? Lad,
this is the time to make your voice be known!" He starts to imagine the
tag line, "Sandy the Golden Boy talks about his boss, the so-called
"gothic freak" Sandman!"

Sandy ers, "I said Batman looked like a gothic freak, actually. I don't
usually talk about myself in the third person, and I don't have any
problems with the Sandman."

David Clark ahs, "True, but we were talking about whther Sandman was
following Batman strategy, now that he is adopting a darker look while
still keeping you in the bright gold ... surely there must be something
behind this. Or will you soon be switching to a purple cape and green vest
and shorts and calling yourself "Sandy the Clashing Boy?"

Sandy growls, and very barely restrains himself from taking a swing at
David. "Look, you wanna suddenly be David Clark the Hamburger-Faced
Reporter? I'm gonna /stay/ in this costume, I don't care what Sandman does
with his, and I'm /darn/ happy being the Sandman's sidekick! That answer
alla your questions?!" He juts his jaw out and hooks his thumbs back into
his belt, for lack of pockets. "It darn well /better/."

David Clark presses his advantage, now that he has Sandy riled up. "So
threats of violence to a man who has done nothing but ask you a few
questions is hardly befitting a myster-man, even a junior one. Has Sandman
been so lax on your training? Or perhaps there is more to this line of
questioning than you want to reveal?" He adjusts the sound mix a bit. "So
tell me lad, what do you have to say about the rumors of the original
Sandy, the young woman that Sandman was seen working with before you came
on the scene? Is there any truth to the rumors you are her and the
Sandman's love child?"

Sandy's eyes practically bug out. "Heck no! You...you..." He throws his
hands up in the air, and starts stalking off. "Go fly a kite!" he yells
over his shoulder.