The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1915-06-02
HOW OCALA WILL LOOK
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS HENCE

Editor Star: Last Sunday, having
no car and no friends, / walked out
to Waldo cave. Climbing down IN
that hole in the ground, and finding
it's GOODNESS and shade very refresh
ing, / spread a copy of the Star on
rock and sat down on it to rest. Just
as I was becoming properly cool and
comfortable, there was crack like
Zeppelin a mile up had dropped one OF
George Easterling's shipping melons,
and everything turned black. As soon
as | could take stock, found there
had BEEN landslide, and | was shut
in little pocket which lighting my |
solitary match showed was about |
five feet long by four high-just |
big enough for me to sit in with pas
sable comfort.
AS nobody knew where / was, and
very few cared anyhow, it only took
me a minute to figure out that l was |
booked for a voyage with Charon.
True, / might dig out, but probably
couldn't, and / was too lazy to try. L
knew was sure to starve in two
weeks, or smother in two hours, and
as / was considerable tired | thought
it would be more comfortable to have
the job attended to while / was
asleep. BY way of putting myself
into a doze, / began thinking of all
the sins / hadn't committed, and what
4 r ha1
remembering that / had note due
Friday, and what an unlucky day it
would be for the poor fellow who in
dorsed for me, / went sound asleep.
Out of this slumber / was awakened
by another loud crash, which this
time went up instead of down, and
opening my eyes saw faint light
above me.
was at the bottom of a rift, and
it only took a second to decide that
another CONFUSION had split the rock
above me. / must have slept some
hours, for it was night, but there was
light enough for me to climb out;
and / was soon on the surface. But
for some minutes / couldn't imagine
where | was.
The familiar woods were gone, and
was in the grounds of large man
The flowers made me think that pos
sibly | had died and was in heaven;
but that was so very improbable that
| began casting around for another
solution. Reaching for my watch
tangled my fingers in hair, and
realized that / had bunch of whis-
kers to my knees. Then I took a
tumble to the fact that / was sec
ond Rip Van Wrinkle, but as to wheth-
er | had been asleep twenty years or
twenty minutes I couldn't guess.
First thing to do was to obtain my
flower bordered walks toward where
I supposed the road was. I guessed
right and came out at the place
where last I saw the wayside pump
In it's place, a cement fountain spout
ed water with a musical tinkle, and
in place of the narrow road thru the
hammock, wide, paved boulevard
ran between spacious sidewalks. The
woods were gone, and on both sides
of the road stood large structures
evidently handsome residences. II
must have been midnight or later, fol
everything was quiet, though enough
lights glimmered from windows anC
thru the shrubbery for me to make
things out with tolerable distinct
ness.
As | stood amazed there was a soft
whiz, and streetcar slid by. It wa.
going rapidly, and / had barely time
to read the name "Ocala and Dun
Mellon Short Line" in Illuminated let
ters when it was gone. 1t was
large car, well-lighted, and had !
merry party of young folks on board
heard one remark, "Sara Bernhard
died in Paris this evening"" and an
other reply, "She was almost hun
dred wasn't she?" and by that knew
hadn't been asleep more than thirt,
years. The car was going towarc
Dunnellon, and l guessed the pas
sengers We're theater party.
oS<1AICu tOWdIQ IOWIlt Out SDlC
of the elegant sidewalk the goin,
wasn't good. I was almost as old a
Sara, and not near as divine, and a
every step I could feel my bone
creak. So had not gone far when
sat down to rest At the end of ev
cry block found neat pavilion wit
comfortable seats, running water
cup machines and all other things ey
cept beds and food for the wayfarel
/ sat in one of the pavilions for
minute, and was wondering if hadn
better have stayed in my hole, whe
felt touch on my arm. Turning
| confronted a fne-looking youn
man in a neat uniform. Before
could speak, he said: aged sir, yo
seem weary. May I not take you
your destination % He waved his han
as he spoke toward handsome aut
that stood at the curb.
Ny throat was rusty from long di.