The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-11-03

the first babe in her arms go behind the dis
play of millinery and sit on a pine bench to
feed her child, believing she is away from the
prying eyes of the mob, when dozen pair
Of eyes belonging to wicked people are peek
ing through between the fall hats in the
show cases to see how it is done, and
who ought to be raped across
their mouths with rolling pin. This week
winds up the duty Of the committee who goes
around with butter-tryer tapping cheese to
see if it is ripe, and tasting of the honey, the
owner of which enters six pounds of st aimed
honey, gets ten cent diploma for premium,
and don't even get the jar back that the honey
was In. The committee on poultry, composed
Of men and women who can't tell Berkshire
hen from Southdown gobbler, looks wise
over cage of ducks and gives everybody
diploma SO nobody will kick. The everlasting
rattle of the self-raking reaper, and the corn
shelter, and the nickel-plated threshing mo-
chine is hushed for year, and the agents
who have buttonholed farmers from Saltwater
to Kalamazoo, and talked their arms off,
have taken furlough. The grand
stand" Of boards with slivers in, COW
cred with shanty that has been filed
with grangers at two shillings head, to look
at plug horses tire out track by racing half
mile in four minutes, is to-day only inhabited
CuQS.
stubs and smell of beer. The orators that
were selected for what they didn't know about
farming and what they did know about
politics, have fired themselves off in the
faces of the open-mouthed grangers, and
have gone home wondering if they will be
elected to Office this fall The farmers that
hitched up the old mares and came to town
with the family, the colts following, and who
lost the colts in town when they got ready to
go home, and had to let Hiram hold the team
while they run up and down the streets whist
ling to the colts, and swearing because the
colts insisted on following off tea N OF
strange geldings, have returned to the farms
with headaches from drinking imitation
cider made of dried apples, sugar and
water, and they have sworn that is the last
fair they will ever attend. The man with the
patent churn, that can bring eight pounds of
butter from photograph of pan of milk,
by a simple turn Of the wrist, has packed up
his churn, and got a job doing chores at a
country tavern for his board for the winter.
The sewing machine agents, who lied six
weeks about their machines, have got onto
wagons and are travelling about the county
trading sewing machines for farmers notes.
The buses that ran to the fair grounds as
fast as possible, made sixty dollars and killed
. hundred dollar horse, have been driven I'M
der the shed and the proprietors are figuring
up the profits as they white shingle in front
VI tuClI Ddluo duu CuoW pug GODdCCO anu say,
"Well, dam a fair anyway" The fair
ground is closed. The last bull has been
led home by the nose The last crate of
sheep and the last load of hogs have gone to
the farms, the last squealing horse has pranced
down the street with card tied to his bridle
and proud farmer boy hanging to the halter,
and running to keep up, expecting every min
ute to be kicked in the ribs. The hoarse lun-
attic that sells stuff to take grease spots out of
clothing has joined the man with the fortune
wheel and gone to the city to drive street cars
during the winter. The ladies who superin-
tendent the floral hall, and did all the work
gratis, have gone home with neuralgia and in
fammatory rheumatism, and are as cross as
bears, and they have right to be- The brass
band from an adjoining town with helmets
and gold lace, have footed their last discordant
toot and gone home in lumber wagon after
dark, and got asleep in the wagon box The
premiums have been prorated for agricul-
tural products. and paid in full to the trotting
horses, and the great gates of the fair ground,
but yesterday the portals of a busy, busting
city of plenty, are to-day closed, and target
for bird shot from gang of boys who are
coming home from hunting The fair ground
will be deader than cemetery now for eleven
months and three weeks, when it will be
opened again for the same kind of mob.
The fair is big thing, butt don't pay.