Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1865-12-30

She then gave the nour ana Gay Vi III
death. Allowing for the difference Of
time which exists between Northerr
1 China and Vienna, Charles GfnDgei
had died in Vienna, almost to minnie
lat the very time fancied / saw him on
\ the plain of Chinese Tartary.
I How to Enjoy Ple-Sies. xeis3'1
4 Cory O,Lanus, of the Brooklyn Ea:
/ gle;.has an article on pic-nics. Some OF
I his illustrations will answerfor any meri-
dian, and we take. a slice of his entertain
ing DISH ="
Get packed into a car like box oil
oranges, and snothered in white muslin
Euntil you get to the grove, where you
will arrive in astate of perspiration and
bliss. :.
4 Don't be particular about your own has
l,ket. Baskets usually get mixed Take
the biggest one You can get. The ladies
always fill their baskets. -.
When you get to the grove you are
expected to declare it is the most delight
| full spot you ever saw. ~ =
-Selecta pretty teacher, and explore
the shadiest recesses, and pour out youl
whole soul. When it is all poured out,
ask the young lady if she won't take a
swing. -~---------,.---..-...- .s7se,
She will
Sawyer has sung of Swinging in the
Lane" but / don't think he ever tried
winging in grove. Il was kept at it
three hours and a quarter, swinging all
the girls that came along. 1t is splens
id exercise; beats Barnham'si gymna-
SUM, double trapeZe and all. / havn't
got over it yet.
An old woman proposed thatI should
climb tree to extricate her Johnny, who
had got his trousers involved in branch
about thirty feet up, and was hung up
like a sign of the golden fleece. Told
the old lady to wait till he got fipe,a and
he'd drop off of his own accord. Old
lady said 1 was a brute, and hadn't
got the feelings of mother She went
for a man who kept the Park and sold
lager. He brought ladder, and restor-
ed the aspiring youth the fond embrace
of his maternal relative. Whereupon
she spanked him for tearinghis trowsers.
Which served him right J-'.
We then took dinner.
Pretty teacher spread her pocket hand
kerchief for q table cloth, and unpacked
the rations The rations had got some
what mixed The saFdine box had bust
ed and ''strucl1 ile' The huckleberry
pie had amalgamated with the pickles,
and the cherries had resolved themselves
into jam. But it was SO charming to
eat your dinner on the grass beneath the
outrageous shade of the noble trees.
So the pretty teacher observed, as was
squeezing the lemons in dinner kettle
to make the festive beverages, which
neither cheers nor inebriates. but fire.
quently stomach aches.
/ was startled by piercing shrek
from the pretty teacher, and dropped
half lemon partly squeezed, and flew
to the rescue. A ''horrid bug" descend
ing from the outrageous foliage previ-
ously mentioned, had ahghted on her
alabaster neck I despatched the crea-
ture, and we concluded to despatch our
repast.
But insect horrors thickened.
chronological specimens of many va
rieties intruded upon our banquet; got
involved in the pie, and met a watery
grave in the lemonade. ~
Pretty teacher turned pale, and lost
her appetite. grew desperate. AS the
reckless insects wouldn't get out of the
way, left them to their fate. / ate sew
eral indescribable specimens with my
sandwiches, and drank spider in a glass
of lemonade. Isurvived it. j don't know
how it agreed with the spider.
After dinner we resumed our festive
sports. We played Copenhagen, which
is very hilarious sport. 1t consists of
chasing girls under rope, tearing their
clothes, and kissing them.
The girls appeared to like it.
The dominic, who had been surveying
our sports with benign satisfaction, pro-
posed to improve the time in oratory.--
Just as hewas about to hold forth, prov
idential thunder shower extinguished
him, and saved us the infection.
We took refuge under. a seven-by-
nine shed, wisely provided for such con-
tingencies, and overfowed the refresh
ment shanty until the shower dried up.
Groves are not Immediately improved
by showersf our festivities dampened.
We began to experience the remorse
which follows dissipation.
Pretty teacher was in tears. She had
ruined her dress by accidentally sitting
down in a currant pie. The ice-crcam
had all melted, the strawberries were
gone. We started in wilted procession
for the cars.
The conductor, being liberal man,
gave us larger lease of pleasure than we
bargainsd for and kept MS waiting an
hour
went to bed early, and dreamed all
night that was struggling desperately
with q gigantic spider, who had carried
off the pretty teacher, and hung her up
by her waterfall on the topmost limb of
big tree.
Some people like pic-nics, others like
strawberry festivals-but for my part
give me liberty or give me death.
Yours perspiringly,
KY Earsts CORY .O'LANUs.