The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-03-07
MARDI GRAS IN BOLNARI!
Life, Love, Laughter & Song!
gansY BLENDED WITH TIE BEAUTIFUL |
A Toxin Rrimfu1 of People!

Never we're the footprints of time NOR
beautifully gilded with gold-never in tn,
history of Hardeman were more people s,
suddenly called together with faces so feel
ingly happy-and never did laughter rim,
more clearly, than was echoed from build
ing to building, and from street to street
from window to window-than on las
Tuesday morning, when
THE DIGNIFIED
changed their dresses and took the street
masked outside, with mirthfulness within
happy in the day, hopeful for the hereafter
and jolly for chance to be joyful.
WITH SOME TWAS NEW,
with us twas not; for Bolivar was brimful o.
the brilliant, and only wanted something t.
call it out to cast it with class harmoni
GUS with the happy.
FARMERS CAME,
and families came The school-boy, ex
cused from his seat, sought the pleasantly
in mystic fold, and the indexed page Of
fun.
EVERY PLACE WAS FILLED
with visitors from abroad and the country
awaiting for the advent of the Grand Mo-
gul. Many were masked and coursing the
streets in conspicuous burlesque. making
the town
FIELD OF FUN
for the lovers of joke and song. Business
men forgot their cares, their likes and dis
likes, and met to be mirthful. Wrinklcd
brows released their burrows and faded into
warmthful feeling, while daughter and
mother, father and son, sought each other as
stranger and sweetheart on the
sILvERY WAVES OF soCIABILITY,
feeling themselves glad they were alive and
trying to make all desire to live little
longer.
ABOUT ONE O'CLOCK
the maskers made their appearance from
the old planing-mill, where they had pre-
viously arranged for dress, and marched to
the Square, and paraded the different streets,
some on horseback, some in carriages of
fneness, and some in carts carefully made
for oddity-forming the grandest daylight
scene our town has ever witnessed. Who is
this? and who is that? Is it man or woman?
boy or girl? Is that doll upon wires in
that beautiful dress ?-or is it breathing
being? Who is that fat man? and who is
the lean? Who is this Indian? and who is
the Queen? Who is SELLING beer for Aleck
Yopp ?" and "who is teaching Aleck Swine
broad's boys to dray?" Who is this char
is that?-was heard from win
dow and street, and from the
BEGGAR TO THE BEST
it echoed. One particular feature was the
good behavior, considering the occasion.
While all was fun and frolic, there was but
little of the indecent in language or act,
and sobriety sweetly ruled.
TO THE MANAGERS,
Messrs. Swinebroad, Yopp, Coleman and
others, thanks should be given for keeping
the people and money at home; much of
which would have gone to Memphis or New
Orleans, and Jared no better. No better
clown than our Morell, merged in the "Mc-
limbs tighter dressed, or funnier
crowned hats-no garbs more guiseful-
could the seat of any county furnish than
Bolivar gave its Mardi-Gras; and as
NIGHT KISSED FAREWELL TO DAY
artificial splendor displaced the sun, and
shone from moving mediums, making the
stars half ashamed of their hue and hum
bling the moon Cif there'd been one) into
an eclipse for the present. 1t was a Ian
guage of lamps; each speaking for itself;
each telling its tale, and each drawing us
on to
OUR FIRST STREET BALL,