The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-11-21
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especially for the engaged couples.
Happy is the lusty young tiller Of the
soil and manipulation of the plow handle
if his boat stops away up at the
top of the terrific SWING. That
darling creature-another edition of the
girl who hugs the horse of the merry
| go-round with her knees-is awfully
afraid She knows she'll faint, she
can't stand it another secondhand
well, what's fellow to dop Why put
his arm about her, and tell her not to
be afraid, and I'm herer The lusty
fellow by her side did this, and she was
calmed in an instant. Tonight in her
pas front parlor she'll want to faint
again, and the rural swain'll go
| through the same composing arrange
ment with some additional stipulations
as set down in the preface of Cupid's
volume. 'l--e
If your nerves are in good order and
you feel that you can stand big dose
of crush, just wend your way to the
ladies' hall of exhibits. Did you ever see
such an array Of rag carpet, log cabin,
crazy and sane quilts? There's feast
for your eyes. Fifty or sixty babies all
appealing to be heard lend their voices
to help swell the great occasion. :. The
woman with naughty features, angular
and-just trife aged, but not old, oh,
no!-is the queen bee bread baker of
this country. Her immense loaves of
snowy interior and rich brown crust are
the envy Of the matrons. Alas! all this
has been lost year after year. Poor
queen baker! She's a spinster of
feet in hot water order. She's
taken first prize on bread for twenty
years, and she bakes no bread for
husband yet. Perhaps you think it
strange that somuch fancy needle work
and fine art display is exhibited. Those
dear rural folds do snatch time between
jumps, and can turn out some very
pretty things in the foregoing line. But
the wonder of wonders, the prime par
excellence, the great am OF this coun-
try fair is the prize pumpkin. The
small boy stands in an open-mouthed
amazement and devours that pumpkin
with big saucer eyes. A plain farmer
in homespun plunges his hands into his
breeches pockets and calculated warm
ly: 'Some pumpkins" and turns to
see if any one tumbles to the wonderful
pun. Amid sea of tall corn stalks,
giant turnips, Jumbo cabbages and i'm
mense potatoes the prize pumpkin
reigns supreme in all its glory. The
farmer who raised that pumpkin is en-
We'd by all his neighbors, and if he
don't get big offer for his farm it will
be because the prize pumpkin don't
speak in silent but eloquent language.
Everybody is in the habit of bringing
a cheese box full of provender.
The slices Of cold ham, the chunks of
delicious cheese, the rich brown chick
en- the oceans of sweet cider-nyum
Just get up first-class appetite and go
'or box of grub gotten up by thrifty
'armer's wife, if you want to enjoy one
If the supreme delights of earthly bliss.
The usual jockeying games go on in
he same old routine at the race. The
purse is trotted for, and the
nan who is beat swears that his rival
las imported Rarus from the ada
'ent county. The babel of voices, the
'ries of the fakirs, the brawling of the
elbow in front of the museum, the ring
ng of the target bell, the screams of
aughter from the giant swing, the gig
lie from the merry -go-round, the bel
ow of oxen, the grunt of swine, whin-
y of horses and-wen, go to genuine
ural country fair if you want to enjoy
ne of the greatest and most American
lstitutions of this century.