Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-05-11
THE NAY PICNIC.
THE HAPPIEsr THE OF ALL THE
GLAD NEW YEAR,
Sd. Migncn Jones" Has = Glorious Time
Among the Bellies and Beaux
of Solano County.
soIANo COUNTY, Cal. May 9, 1890.

s~~NAASs
of Solano County.
SoLANo COUNTY, CAL. May 9, 1890.
May day has come and gone, and l am
so sorry there are not more of them in our
calendar. l enjoy picnics so much. Our
folks all went. 1t takes weeks of prepare
ton, but We feel more than paid after the
day is past. We did not go to the grounds
till S o'clock. A number went earlier, but
/ do not believe in overriding the thing.
They said some families went out and
camped over night on the grounds, so as
to enjoy the whole day, but 1 think s
O'Clock is good time to get there. The
day was typical May day, slightly cooler
than just pleasant, and wore my cardinal
cashmere with the overdress of cream ORR
entail lace. Ny hat was an exact match
IN color, with brim very high and cas-
cades OF lace ripping down the front.
The girls in our crowd all looked nice.
One wore white null made with
pointed drapery in front and square back
drapery Topped up very high, blue sash
and shawl, and white hat with lots of
marguerites. There were great many
people who did not come out until after
noon, and did not dance or seem to take
any pleasure. They laughed good deal,
and heard some things they said when /
sat by them. These people do not know
what real enjoyment is. They seemed to
cherish jealous spite at us because we
were having such a good time. One lady
said, "Jen, that null drapery reminds me
of Paddy when he saw the owl-'Get onto
the agile wild the mumps."
Another of our party wore cute little
evening bonnet with wreath of flowers
on the edge, and little veil and high
heeled slippers. Her white dress was dane
ing length, and one fellow asked another
if he knew the "Solano" was dry-docked
for repairs. She danced with young
man with long linen duster on, and |
noticed that it foated straight in the air in
the mazes of the Berlin. | did not mind
any of these remarks about "our set"
until they commenced to dissect my fellow.
They said: "Sack coat, tennis shoes and a
silk tile" He had on spring suit, and
though the pants were trife wide they
had no right to say "a la Jeanness Miller
| and say he had nonpariel head and long
primer feet, and that his eyes were not
mates.
There was one girl, a neighbor of ours,
they dubbed the christmas Tree" did
not see that she was SO funny, but they
certainly did. She wore an "all-oyer''
white embroidered dress and pink sash,
high-heeled shoes and Leghorn hat, ali
battered and cooked up on one side and
considerably loaded with flowers They
| called it the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
She wore montagues and quite thick coat
of powder and paint, and white silk mits.
She had on all her jewelry, rings, bangles,
chains and glove-buttoner, and bracelets
that they insisted looked like miniature
napkin rings. They said she looked like
Waehhorst's window in holiday times.
My sister wore pink Bingham made
demi- Mother Hubbard, a pink hat and
bow or two of pink ribbon They called
her the symphony in Pink" and amused
themselves by watching the tickle zephyrs
sport with the Vandyke lace trimmings.
Vandyke lace was the popular fad There
were not less than thousand yards dis
played. They even made fun of the way
l signed my name in my programme. Ny
name is Jane Miranda, and l wrote j.
Mignon. l think J. Mignon Jones is more
aristocratic than Jane Miranda Jones.
They kept up an empty, idiotic chatter
about "hayseeds," hickeys," "hobos,"
"yaps," and "doby dudes" i don't know
who they meant.
The lunch is the best part of a picnic.
aside from the dancing, of course. Some
people growl at having to double up around
table and eat with their fingers, and
growl at the contents of cream pies trick
ling over their clothes, and the ants. spi-
ders and caterpillars in their tin cups of
tea, and at being walked over, but these
same people would growl at being hung.
1t tastes vastly better even if the fried
| chicken does escape its bounds and roll
around in the grass, and the sandwiches
| are divided with your partners vile SMELL
ing old jack-knife.
There was programme of village ora
tory, music by the band, more speechify-
ing, and another blast from the band.
There were races, too, but did not want
to miss dance, SO did not see them. We
| had all the ice cream, popcorn, pink lem
| onade and candy we could eat, and danced
as long as the band played. We went to
the bail and danced till 5 next morning.
How can anyone say picnics are slow? /
think they are lovely. After the picnic
we went down and had two tintypes taken.
We got thirty-six for four bits at a flying
gallery. 1t was altogether lovely, and
was the most enjoyable day ever spent.
Next to a picnic l enjoy circus.
have commenced preparing for the Fourth
Of Iulv llc cyya1l tb o,,Ie e,ro1l
Where is the heart that does not palpi-
tate with envy when riding ali dav
through fair, broad acres of growing
the independent farmer, mid green fields
and lowing herds and smiling skies
Stretching from east to west, from north
to south, as far as the eye can see, is one
level bed of rank green wheat, high as
the fences and still reaching higher with
energy. To the west stretches chain of
hazy blue hills, and as the sun sinks be-
hind these in his couch of brilliant colors
it casts soft radiance over belt of coun-
try that God has specially blessed. At
intervals over the shimmering mass of
broad and sturdy blades some stems have
shown great. enterprise and out.grown
their fellows, standing like sentinels, toss
ing their bearded heads above the quiet
sea. Some corners have surrendered to
the escholtzia-that gorgeous. beautiful
nuisance the farmer calls peoples. They
flaunt their vivid orange jackets above the
heads of grain and myriads of them con-
vert sober field into bed of purest
gold. At evening every chalice folds itself
in sleep, and they seem so many little
hands uplifted to heaven in drowsy PRAYER.
Squares and triangles of wild flowers form
a crazy patchwork where brightest Grim
sons lie next to palest blues. At the road
sides lines of ragged, long-legged butter
cups hug against the fences, and scattered
like some child's bag of popcorn are the
daintiest of daisies. Shaggy blue lark
spurs struggle in the green fox-tail, max
ing combination that no modiste would