It Happened Tomorrow

Dear great Grandma...

...and dear great Grandpa...

...this is for both of you.

Dear great Grandma...

...and dear great Grandpa...

...we all love you.

This is from the family

on your olden annie.

Golden, darling.

Golden?

Golden anniversary.

Yes. That means they've been

married 50 years.

on your Golden anniversary.

Very good, Sylvia. Don't be upset.

Are you ready, Amelia?

- Yes, Andrew.

Believe me if all those

Endearing young charms

Which I gaze on so fondly today

Were to change by tomorrow

And fleet in my arms,

Like fairy gifts fading away

Thou would'st still be adored

As this moment thou art...

What's wrong, Andrew?

They're arguing.

Dear great Grandma...

...and dear great Grandpa...

No, No, Larry, you mustn't.

I simply won't let you do it.

For 50 years you've kept me

from publishing this.

Because I love you.

I don't want you to be laughed at.

But, at least, I want

to read it to my family.

They'll never believe it

unless they hear it from me.

I've heard it for 50 long years

and I still don't believe it.

Now, come on dear,

the children are waiting.

They might think we're arguing!

But I'm not arguing, my love.

This story is true.

It tells what happened to me.

Now Larry.

You just don't believe in miracles.

Don't try to tell it, darling.

Nobody believes in miracles nowadays.

...gloomy winter

Then reigns o'er us no more.

I would not die in Springtime...

...When all is bright around...

...And fair young flowers

are peeping...

...From out the silent ground.

When life is on the water...

...And joy upon the shore

For winter, gloomy winter...

Then reigns o'er us no more.

I would not die in Springtime...

What is this?

A newspaper office or a saloon?

A newspaper office Mr Gordon.

- Have a drink Mr Gordon?

- I never drink.

I mean in this office.

But, Mr Gordon.

This is my party.

I'm saying farewell to the dead.

Dead?

- Who died, Stevens?

- 500 people.

500 obituaries that I've written.

Well, no more obit's for me.

Remember the front page

is written in the morning.

If you are going to be a reporter,

from now on better get to sleep early

I can go to sleep

right now Mr Gordon.

Hey look!

I'm going to sleep right now!

Careful, my boy. You're laying

right in the middle of 1843.

Well, not a bad place to sleep Pops!

A bed of ancient news!

Well, you just be careful

with my files.

Ah, there's nothing as dead

as yesterday's news!

Yesterday's news?

You've no imagination, young man.

News is what happens.

What's the difference whether

it happens 50 years ago...

...or tomorrow?

You mean, Will happen tomorrow.

No. Time is only an illusion.

Look. March 18, 1875.

To the people then,

this was the future; wasn't it?

Well, supposing we were all living

on that date in 1875...

...and I arrived with this book.

I can tell you everything

that will happen.

Well, give me the one for the year

we're living in now Pop...

and you can name your own price!

But it's here, my boy.

They're all here.

Look.

19th century

20th century.

I can't quite see the 20th, Pop.

Unfortunately we can't.

But if we could...

Look...

We know what will happen

in say...1906.

That's too far away, Pop. I'd like

to know what'll happen next year.

No. Just 24 hours from now!

I did the front page

with my first story.

That's what I want Pop,

tomorrow's newspaper. How much?

No, Larry. No.

Don't ask a thing like that

Oh, come on.

Come on, lets have it Pop, Huh?

I wish I could

Then you'd learn

it's no good to know the future

We've all got to die someday..

...but, if we knew the day.

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