The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1889-07-05
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rois on their team even while the procession
moved through the streets. g. W. Jackson,
Samuel Lunt. and Willis e. jackson. ali
cooners occupied their team. They were
matinS' mackerel barrels, Notwithstanding
this is a rather discouraging mackerel year.
| They are wide awake citizens and took pride
In the celebration.
n case and shelf of the boots and shoes the
brothers sell to the people Of Freeport, Pow
nal and other towns around. ID. j. Davis
wv w q. IF Bailey, the Freeport florist, had in
line cart OF beautlIui MOWERS, geraniums,
On large float, A. #. Woodman, carpenter
and builder. had crew at work with ham
mers and saws, building house, as they
said. Ruel Rogers drove, and A. f.. Wood
the saws and hammers. In his life time Mr.
Woodman has probably built more than forty
buildings in Freeport Fnyious rivals called
the crew the pod-auger 9aw..
Stephen Curt, Irwin sJuTit, Sewall Crit,
a pole resting over the stern Of the boat was
mackerel net, in the meshes of which there
were almost enough maclzaTel to fill one of
the barrels s,anbsn On Lunt ssas cooper
Occasionally they got lost in the fog and:blew
their horn Freeport, 1889 andl1779, was the
inscription on the wagon. The boat was,
under full sail and the Stars and Stripes
fioated gracefully from the masthead. Their
representation of Frecport's fishing industry
attracted much attention.
The FreepOrt milkmen didn't get left, at
least George A. Fogg didn't He drove a
with bunting and flags. His wagon was
filed with milk cans, and his name was in
scribed in big letters on the side of his.
wagon. The strong bays he drove were also
adorned with flags.
An old cannon mounted on pair of cart
wheels. This gun is relic Of revolutionary
times. Mr.. Ed. SOule has kept 1t for years.
1t is a small brass piece, with the picture Of
an Indian on it. Freeport had two Of these
cannon. and when the State called them in
years ago, the people hid them. S. FL. Fitz
drove the gun. He didn't carry any can
noneer.
A small jackass, wearing. gay, red
blanket lettered. "E. s. Soule, dry goods and
carriage that came from Japan. was driven
by c. T. Dillingham;. The chaise would
hold just one light man. The jackass came
from Havre, France, but he liked Freeport
grass so well that Mr.. Dillingham; had his
hands full to keep him moving.
THE FOLKS.
The folks in carriages came next, escorted
by the New Gloucester band. % pieces, II. L,
Symonds leader.
Then came carriage with A. w. Kelsey
of Cape Elizabeth, A. l.. Allen of Bath,
Orrin Dunlap of Portland, David S. Dunlap
of Westboro, Mass.
DIR. II. F. Twitchell. arrayed as George
Washington, followed on horseback.
Then came old Squire Belcher's thorough
brace kerridge. Old Squire Belcher was not
in it, for he died act. 90, some years ago.
But there were in it. Aunt Sabina Mitchell,
who will be go next September, who draws an
1912 pension, and whose father was Bailey
Curtis, an old settler; Mr.. Charles Soule,
aged SO, and his wife: These old folks were
driven by George K. Morse of North Pownal.
The kerridge was built in 1887.
Next came carriage containing Mr.. S. b.
| Osgood, Mr.. Harry Koopman, the poet of the
day, with Mrs. K00pman.
Frank Mitchell, DIR. w. 81. True of Port
land, II. G. Griffin of Portland and j. HI.
Stetson of Lewiston were in the next car
riage.
Next were VIM. IGore of Freeport Charles
Gilman, Jr., of Brunswick, DR.. VIM. B. Lap
ham of Augusta.
The Dennison family were in carriage
John t., Of Auburn, ID. B., Of Great Falls,
| N. H., Lucella B. Harlow of Sabattus, and
young Harry G. Dennison.
W. A. Mitchell, l.. ID: Townsend, of Var
Henderson, were laext.
Then came ]. 81. Crossman and Miss Alice
b. Ham, of FreepOrt
H. S. Dennison and James III. ID. Rogers
In the last carriage was Mrs. L. c. Jones,
daughter of Jacob Merrill, an old Revolu-
tionary hero and an enterprising shipbuild-
er, known far and wide as Captain jake
Mrs. Jones told the PRESS correspondent
some interesting things about Captain Jake.
When he came home from the Revolutionary
war, he could for time get nothing to eat
but cabbage stumps, he was SO poor: Being
an energetic person, he soon Jared better.
Mrs. Jones is 81 years old. She has a brother,
Captain Charles Merrill, who lives on the
corner of Quebec and North streets in Port
land. In the carriage with Mrs. Jones were
Mr.. Edison Jones and Mr.. and Mrs. j. M.
Gooding of Portland.
81. r. Sargent of Portland, General Ell. M.
Sprague of Auburn, and General George l..
Beal were also In carriage in the process
Ion.
In the Church.
At the close of the parade, the old Congre-
gational Church, which stands little back
from the village street and today was un-
wontedly gay with bunting and other decora-
tions, was filled with large audience assem-
bled to listen to the exercises. In the old
gallery Mr.. w. Fl. Stockbridge, of Portland
had arrayed chorus of about thirty, whom
he had drilled to sing the old time songs to
the accompaniments played on the organ by
Miss Annie Stockbridge. Mr.. Mallet, who
was to have acted as president of the day,
was unable, on account of illness, to preside
and the arrangement at the church were car
ried out by Mr.. E. Russ, chairman of the
committee on literary exercises, who intro
duced the orator and poet. After the music
and the prayer by Rev. Mr.. Lougren, Hon.
j. I'll. Drummond. of Portland, the orator of
the day. was introduced. Mr.. Drummond's
grafton will be found in another column
Mr. Drummond's Grafton was careful study
of the early history of the town. and:was at
tentively listened to by the descendants Of
the old pioneers. Mr.. Harry l.. Koopman's
poem followed Mr.. Drummond's grafton.
Mr.. Koopman is graduate Of the Freeport
High School, member Of the first class, and
has lots of friends in the old town who lis
tened intently while he delivered his admira-
BILE poem. Mr.. Koopman's poem will be
found in another column
After Mr.. Koopman's poem there was more
singing by Mr.. Stockbridge's quartette, and
then Rev. j. b. Wilson read the following
pUtul, WulCu was WIlbltu ny ltCfs JUuu d. IL
Soule, aged "a, now of Highland Park, Illi-
nOis:
THE GOOD OLD TIMES.
In the good old times, through the dewy vale,
The mkmaid came tripping home,
With merry song and bright tin pail
All dripping with snowy foam.
But the slow boy now, with sleepy eye
Goes late in the shade of the trees,
And leans his head on the old cows thigh,
With the bucket between his knees.
Oh, the good old times of the early birds,
The splashing churn, and the squeaking curds!
In the good old times, rosy Ruth in the fields,
Drank buttermilk out OF a jug.
Butnow pale Pauline, in the parlor concealed
Sunk deep in a chair, all cushioned and wheeled
With her fingers be-ringed and her cheeks
cochnealed,
Is making darned dogs on rug.
oh the good old times of the scythe's keen ring,
And the purple flash Of the barn-swallows' wing.
In the good old times by the wide chimney back
ALI the children with faces aglow,
Their nuts and their jokes DELIGHTED to crack
And their lips over yards Of candy to smack,
While they laughed at the wind and the snow.
But now, they, alas, can chatter and play