The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-09-04
MiShapS Of a PIicqic Party.

be very favorlte amusement with you,
and now the bare mention of a picnic
throws you almost into commissions"
"Why, the fact is, Charley, the last pic
mic | went on, which was summer before
last, will last me life time, and that cost
me so dear l have made up my mind never
to go on another"
II have heard something before of a
rather queer time you had on that occa-
sion, SO, as We have neither of US anything
better to do this morning, suppose you tell
me something about it."
"Well, Charley" said Tom, lighting ci-
gar, and handing one to his friend, Il
don't know but it will be just as good a
way as any of passing away the time until
dinner. As you say, used to be very
fond of picnics, and many Il rare uproarious
days sport have found in them but the
most uproarous days fun l ever knew was
on the occasion of that last party. AS We
most always had the luck of having one
or more of the disagreeable ones, we were
very particular in selecting our number,
and more glorious party was never made
up than the thirty two ladies and gentle
men comprising the party in question.
The arrangement was that our four musi-
clans and the edibles should be taken out
by an express wagon, and await our arrival
at the old Kings Bridge Hotel, while our
party should assemble at s A. NJ. at Bill
Crawford's house in thirty first street, and
proceed from thence to Kings Bridge in
sixteen light wagons.
1.-THE morning came clear and warm,
and at the appointed hour all were assem-
bled at Bills house, anxiously awaiting the
arrival of himself and Jenny Ransom,
whom he had gone for. Half an hour
passed, and as the missing ones were not
in sight, we concluded to go in different
directions in search of them, appointing a
rendezvous at the Fifth avenue gate of
Central Park. An hour after, we all met
at that point, but Bill had not been found,
and as Jenny was our star vocalist (she and
Dave Morrow having been practicing for
the occasion), we were in quandary; but
finally concluded to 60 on, and let Bill and
Jennie follow.
"We hadn't gone more than mile when
we saw Bills white horse coming toward
10 bnl RI hio hy
some unheard of route, and not finding us
there, had started in pursuit. Not finding
us at the Boulevard House, he had come
back to look for US. We were now all
right, and were about as pretty procession
AS one would wish to look at. We were all
in good spirits; the ladies looked fresh and
rosy, and all were bent on enjoying them
selves. As the weather was too warm for
fast driving, and no one was willing to
take the rear and the dust, it was agreed
10 have just one brush to the Boulevard
House, and the order in which we arrived
there we were to keep from there to
Kings Bridge
"rhe word was given and off we went.
There were some fast nags in that crowd,
and it was as pretty race as could be de-
sired. On we went, laundering along the
the road, and long before We reached the
house we could see the hostlers and walters
in readiness for our company. Bill Jones,
with his wife, was the first in, and close on
his heels came Mr.. and Mrs. Arthurs
Your humble servant, having in company
that glorious specimen of womankind-
that leader of all fun, Nellie Charles
making the third. The rest came strag-
Cling in-Dave Mackey with Miss Stewart,
and Charley Edwards with Fanny Lunt
bringing up the rear. Some champagne
disappeared, and then we took the road
again in the order agreed upon, and in due
course of time reached the old Kings
Bridge Hotel, having stopped on the road
occasionally.
'Here we found boats in readiness to
convey us down to Cold Spring as Sam
Greene designates q most lovely spot on
the 'Spuyten Teuful,' belonging to his
grounds, and, without exception, the most
eligible spot for picnic within fifty miles
of old Gotham. Here on the smooth grass
we laid our table, and in a short time were
deeply engaged in doing justice to the
good things before US. Dinner over, we
found seats around upon the rocks, and
champagne in hand, the woods rang for an
hour with the most exquisite MELODY, for
we had many fine singers among US.
Jenny sang US some beautiful Scotch
ballads and Dave Mackey RECALLED our ears
with his rich voice in his fAvorite, Would
l were a boy again Then we had spark
ling duets, and would up with grand
chorus of ''The day when we went gipsy-
ing' which might have been heard over
hulf the island. The musicians having by