Morning journal and courier., 1884-07-09
On the OIdGreen.
An Ovation That Was Not Expected-Up-
 rnarfouR HfIarfty.

An Ovation That Was Not Expected-Up-
 roarious HIIartty.
 s'It is too bad!'' s'Why don't they put
 them off" 'tIts perfect shame," Such were
 some of the exclamations heard lass evening
 when it became generally. known that the
 display of firew orks was again postponed.
 The small boy had gone without his supper;
 his big sister had hurriedly swallowed hers to be in time to meet her beau and take in the fireworks, supported by his manly arm and a fence Their fathers and mothers had laid aside strap for the gamin's arrival-fer going down to that nasty Green, you know and then quietly msandered down town with blissfuI recollections of those days when he was .'dear, duxy, George" and she, "my darling angel"
 One after another barges and carriages from the country brought in loads of pleas ure seekers and from them, too, rose mur- murs of disappointment or peals of laughter l at the "selI." ''The pale moon went up
 slowly" and so did the Salvation Army. The one climbed the heavens the other the
 State House steps. But the crowd did not | turned to march back to their l barracks. 70, say, will you go?" sang the l followers of the sad-looking standard bearer. go, yes. we will go" roared back the crowd; | and they went. Shout after shout of up | roarious merriment, peal after peal of laugh ! ing cries greeted the war-scarred Cor other wise scarred) soldiers of Union street and 1 drowned their melodious voices in a perfect
 bedIam of hilarity. But on they marched [ int hS0huvov end hv-ovr off fha notice taken of them, elbowing their way through the crovd, pushing aside pretty | girls and growling men and having 8 little revenge on the New Haven ''perlice'' by Gal l most) knocking down "peeler." But each | earthly joy must fade. The Salvatienists en- 1 joyed few moments of blissful triumph 1 at their ovation, but the crowd soon tired and ! left them at tine town pump. (Was this sug- | gestive?) The pale moon still continued to I rise; she climbed, she clomb, she clumb- | nay, she even scaled the blue arch of misty
 magnifcence and peering from her throne of 1 clouds looked down contemptuously on the feeble efforts of the electric lights to out shine her. The electric lights? Where were they5 Oh, no; not on the Green. New
 Haven can't afford to light the public squares ! with electricity except on the evenings oi centennial celebrations, and then, too, the | boys and girls could Hirt better in the dark ! ''S-s-s-sh-rak." What A rocket Even so
 8 rocket trying to firt with the moon but ! the old man made faces and the rocket went ! off on another racket. Punk-punk-and g I bunch of Roman candles shed their brilliant 1 light around and elicited cries of approba. ton and blessings on the Mayor and public | spirited citizens who had determined that the | people should have something to assuags their disappointment.
 | And so the evening wore on. The boyi and girls and men and women promenadeG | and laughed and hirted until the clock ! warned them to go home. Midnight! The ! last ray is gone. The lights are out. When ! will the fireworks come of