Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1886-05-12
A GEORGIA SCENE.
How the Boys and Girls Used to
Amuse Themselves I'm the Olden
Time.

Time.
After the writer had grown some
older and had been regularly adopted
in the family of 1--WE uns" and ran with
the boys he was allowed all the privil-
eyes OF the young men of the commu.
nifty and was told to consider himself at
home, which he did with good will.
On certain occasion it was decided by
the young ladies and gentlemen to have
a frolic at j. WIS, and l was warned to
be on hand with few pounds of sugar
for sweetening and a couple of skeins of
silk for fiddle strings. Strings were
scarce about here then and they asked
you quarter a piece for them, l was
on hand at the time appointed with the
sweetening and the silk and ready to GO
after my 'gal." 1t was different then
from now. If you carried no partner
with you, you had to take the chances,
rs every man had the exclusive right to
his own partner When l got there
she was ready, with new homespun
dress which had never been worn L,
of course, praised the check and the
stripe, and the fit 1t only took six
yards of cloth to make q girl dress in
those days. But she announced that
she was ready to start and out we went.
jumped upon Bark Mill. She lit up
behind me and caught good hold.
And that pony might rear, but she was
there if / did come Off Away we went,
and came in sight of j. WIS about sun
down. The crowd was gathering in
rapidly, but no fun had commenced
AS we rode up some of the girls sung
out:
"Now we will have some fun. Here
comes j. and his gal"
My partner rolled off like bag of
rolls. tied my pony to fresh sap
ling and we went in. The girls all
yelled out:
'Why, here comes j." like they did
not know was coming, and that / was
always on hand at every frolic.
''NOw we will have reel" they
said. "Did you bring the silkP"
Certainly. Did you ever know me
to fail?"
The old lady wanted to know where
the sweetening was, as she wanted it
for the gals" w. b. spoke up and
said by all means give it to the gals
we would get it back in kissing them.
We took our partners, away went the
fiddle and on went the dance-a long
one. We danced for while and then
we would play awhile. old Sister
Pheby,' Johnny Brown 1t rains and
it halls The London bridge is break
ing down and The big cat kicked out
the little cats eye were among the
favorite plays. The beauty of it was
every play wound up with a rain of
kisses. 1t was glorious frolc. The
kissing made all hands feel like they
were at home. The writer made a
small mistake and liked to have caused
trouble by merely an oversight. We
were playing play where kissing was
mixed up smartly. One young lady
was using tobacco and snuff freely Her
toothbrush was in her mouth and lit
tie stream of amber ran down at each
corner. | kissed her on the cheek.
She stopped the song and yelled out:
-. is not playing fair. He kissed
me on the cheek.
/ begged her pardon and meekly ask
ed her to hold her face around Doing
so | buZzed her squarely in the mouth.
You might have heard the echo
quarter. But this restored peace and
the frolic went on. w. b. was in his
right element. He called all the sets
and arranged all the couples. No frolic
could get on without him. Uncle Jack
was there, too, and along toward the
morning hours he wanted to dance.
We began to see signs of red-eye. Men
began getting noisy, dancing stronger,
betting on their manhood, and finally
wound up in little row; but with a
few skinned heads and some bruises.
about day all made for their partners
and carried them home to think and fix
g. E.n.