People's Pilot, Volume 5, Number 27-25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 January 1896 — ONLY A DREAM. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

ONLY A DREAM.

In future ages which we may not see, When those that follow have begun to be, What strange, eventful things will happen then! And wiiat great, thoughts will stir the minds of men! Ifs Sunday papers keen right on and grow, They'll cover houses, just like sheets of snow;

But if tho bouses keep on growing, too, Perhaps their doors the papers may go througn. And tboro'U be carrier boys of wondrous girth, And then they’ll have to hnvo u lnrgor earth. I had a vision. Quick across my Hight There sped a future carrier in his flight— A train of gilded curs up in tho sky That flitted through the air as swallows fly; Tho engino made of burnished brass, with wings That reached toward heaven. They wero wondrous things. And with his hand upon the brako I gazed Upon the future carrier boy amazed. Behind him stretched in one long line tho cars, Packed full of papers that had come from Mars, For so immense the printing presses grew On Mars they hod to run the papers through. On came tho train, and as it hovered round

Assistants dropped the papers to the ground, Supplying newsstands. Then from door to door Tho train proceeded, dropping thousands more. Bo interested I became, alas! I did not Ihink of Just what route 'twould pass Until the train came over me. (treat Bcottl 1 tried to run and found that 1 could not. And then I woke, supposing I was dead. Thut boy hod dropped a paper on my head! Tom Masson.