The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1872-06-27

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last Friday afternoon and evening
might have been seen the young men
of this community travelling hurried
IL in various directions and from their
cheerful looks it was apparent to the
most casual observer that something
of interest was on the tapis. A we'd
ding you of course would say, but no,
you are wrong in your surmises,
(there may, however, several we'd
dings result from that afternoons
preparations, who can tell. But to
relieve you from further anxiety l
will inform you, conhdcntially, Of
course. that all these preparations. the
procuring Of teams and buggies, the
collection Of croquet sets on the part
Of the young men. and the choosing
and running down of shanghns. and
the clatter of spoons in the pastry
dishes on the part of the damsels of
this community referred ostensibly 10
a fishing party but in real fact 10 =
picnic and a general good time in the
the woods with an old fashioned bas-
ket dinner.
The party consisted of the young
folks of Western, White Pigeon and
Elkhorn Oranges. On Saturday
morning were seen load after load of
the fair ones with their beaux by
their side this is leap year, taking
up the line of march for Cedar River.
Once at our destination, beauti-
ful ridge one and one half miles north
ives. Of the dilapidatcd town Of Ro-
chester, the first things in order were
the putting out Of the teams, fitting
up swing. clearing off the ground
and setting up the croquet. after
which brgnu the rcnf cryjvymcnt of
the day. There are some swinging,
some playing croquet. others have
taken themselves through the woods
and return laden with flowers: all is
life, activity. and enjoyment, the
merry musical laugh Of the girls, ac-
companied with the loud and more
boisterous laughter Of the boys made
woods echo with chcerfulness and
mirth. The cares, the yexations, and
the busy calculations of this wolk-a-
day world are forgotten, and they
loosen their long chained minds and
set them free. They join in chorus
with the birds, and the trees, and the
free streams and sending their songs
after the merry breeze triumph over
pain and care.
Talk as we may Of the gay mas
querade and the fashionable ball,
where beauty. elegance and refine
ment float down the dance to the soft
music, like the the lovely creations OF
a dream, who is there that will not
turn with a longing for the more sim
pie amusemeats where we may see
and know each other as me really are.
Oh. there is mirth, and life and jollity
in good old-fashioned picnic. The
assembly is not one Of strangers,
where doubt and apprehension must
seal every lip and fetter every move
ment, but OF those who have lived to-
gether as children Of one family, and
have met each other at all times, and
at all places, in the kitchen or in the
parlor, the field or the workshop, with
the same frank smile Of welcome. And
then, Mr.. Editor. what splendid OPP
| poetunity for love mrking. Who
has ever been picnicing and not felt
the witchcry Of a soft, sweet eye
beaming on him but one short and
blessed minute, yet revealing in that
one glance heaven Of anticipated
bliss, host Of pure and innocent
hopes, of timid yet confding tender
ness. But am DEPRESSING. We
wander abroad. we swing. we play
crouuet until weary, then repair to
the place appointed for dinner, and
prepare in the dense shade of a few
sturdy oaks the contents of our lunch
con baskets, ham sandwiches, chicken,
cake and pie in tempting variety, jel-
lies and fruit make their appearance
in miscellaneous sort of way. We
all agree in saying that better din
ner, or more tempting viands never
were placed before mortals. The boys
were loud in their praises Of the fair
ones whose hands prepared the boun-
tiful and rich repast. When the meal
was over we return to the grounds
from which we had been called.
Nothing new for the afternoon; some
swing, and some play croquet, until
| tho decl;ninp Snn reminds us of home
always the dearest spot on earth; and
well pleased all we dispense ourselves
into our respective vehicles, and away
once more for the beautiful prairie.