Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-08
Ladies and gentle

Recording Secretary Jmen, you can get sup
j. McCdfrey. per tickets az the
gates. We have food enough to feast mill
ions-provided they pay for their tickets"
Needless to say this oratorical effort met
with thunders of applause. Supper was
excellent and the supplies seemed to be
nearly as plentiful as the Squire had pre-
dicted.
But not till after 6o'clock did the grounds
begin to look their best. When the evening
began to close In, all the lights flashed out
over the grounds, and quick as lightning
the band struck up a rollicking polka. The
flags shook on the walls and ceiling, and
looked like so many gaudy butterflies hover
ing heedlessly around the glare of the light.
Hither and thither the dancers sped; CAV
groups meeting but to part, and parting but
to meet once more; happy faces, smiling
mirth and happiness enough to turn the
gloomiest Timon into lover of his kind;
hand pressing hand in true lover fashion,
and young lips whispering the old story that
needs DO elixir to give it life.
HOW IT DID SPREAD.
Then the dancing ceased, and the word
fireworks" spread from small boy to small
boy through the great assemblage. Sud-
denly the further corner of the grove flashed
into rosy light and up went the rockets
soaring and whizzing into the startled sky.
1t was picture worthy of the
brush of Gustave Dore himself. The
red light glowed luridly beneath
the dark green of the bending trees;
shadowy forms fitted ghostlike through the
smoke and glare; while overhead, set in
purple sky, the stars glanced merrily, and
the wan white moon looked through a rag
ged cloud, with cold, ghastly glare that
seemed to scorn the boisterous gaietv
Then, quick as lightning. came catherine
wheels and rockets and roman candles
without number. Sparks seemed to strike
the very moon herself till her face turned
green with anger. The crowd roared and
laughed. The small boys sent up shriIl
cries of delighted mirth, and each little
heart bounded with the rockets and each
small head whirled with the whirling
wheels.
IT wooED THE MANY.
Then silence again. for the Cathedral
Band had begun to play. Mr.. Dannhardt
gave the signal for his sweet selection, "Ye
Olden Times" and the music lovers hied
them to the gloomy shades before the band
stand and prepared for the sweet poetry of
sound. Certainly DO better selection could
have been made for the time and place. 1t
was the gloaming-the time when they sing
old songs and dream old dreams. So the
magic wand of Mr.. Dannhardt carried one
OoSh AZ hAS AZ" W Uy-SOuc
days and long-forgotten times of hope and
sorrow. He saw an aged couple clasp one
another's hands in the darkness as "Annie
Laurie" thrilled forth upon the air; he saw
veterans draw themselves proudly up and
smile responsive as they heard again the
stirring airs of the great war; and when
"Auld Lang Svne" swelled its last long
notes of unutterable tenderness, and with
glorious crash of melody the selection
closed, the mighty audience was silent for
one long moment, and then burst forth into
DEAFENING APPLAUSE.
The great event of the evening was over.
But the fun had only begun. Dancing,
Iove-making and ice cream eating passed the
winged hours. Eleven o'clock-the time
fixed for departure-came all too soon, and
the great celebration closed amid soft good
byes and fervent wishes that the futures sun
might shine upon another 1ete champetre as
bright and brilliant as that of the Randall
Club.
The following letters Of regret were re-
ceived bv the officers of the Randall Club
yesterday morning:
wALLINesFoRT, Pa, July 81, 1859.
j. Z. McCrickart ESQ.,:
MY DEAR SIR--I am in receipt Of your letter
tnclosing an invitation Of the Randall Club"