Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-28


sweet butter, fresh from the churn, that
heavenly, unadulterated cream, that lovely
lemon custard, that luscious pumpkin pie!
There were, too, the every day roasts and
vegetables and salads, strawberries and ice
cream; but the homemade things captlvated
the city visitors.
'I haven't tasted such bread since was a
girl, said one. "When have we ever had
such butter" said another. The lemon
custard and pumpkin pie of the olden time
were hailed with a sort of rapture. So
much for the genuine home things and
a gifted cook.
Walled in With Mists.
The rain as if determined to spoil sport
kept up steady pour with short intervals
of sunshine. We seemed upon that mount
ain top to be walled in with mists, but the
golden hours were nevertheless full of fun
and brightness. Dancing, card playing,
ITecltatlons, songs, games filled 'the rosy
bosomed hours"
Two business meetings were held one to
dispose of fine turtle that had been found,
and whose fate was to be settled by lot.
The turtle in a lovely bed of dewy ferns,
decorated with laurels under glass case
was finally donated to the chairman in a
spirited and brilliant speech by Mr.. Frank
Whitesel, Of the Pittsburg bar. Mr..
Whltese1 had no hesitation in display
ing Websterian eloquence and Henry Clay
oratory for the delectation and edifcation
OF the assembled guests. After some dis
cussion as to the ultimate destination of the
turtle, Schenley Park got the go-by, and
the aquarium department of the Wopso-
nonock Hotel was voted for by the majority.
Then, escorted by the band with a mouth
organ and an accordeon, playing Wag-
merriam march, the host was ushered in, and
accepted the turtle in telling extempore
speech.
An Ovation in Flowers.
~ The second meeting was to pass resolu-
tions and votes of thanks to those who had
so beautifully managed the expedition
and made it so great success
The speeches were all extempore, and
some remarks were received with shouts
of laughter and applause. Mr.. Whitesell
again distinguished himself His we'll
turned compliments to the ladies woke the
echoes in other manly hearts, and Mr.. Pat
terson rushed in with bouquet for the
speaker as an evidence of his appreciation
This inspired the orator to pile it on thicker,
and then more than bushel of ferns and
laurels were rapturously laid at his feet.
With such wealth of flowers surrounding
him, he looked like Pitt when she sang her
masterpiece from '"Traviata" at Cincinnati,
where her bouquets were perhaps two feet
deep all around her He was overcome with
emotion, of course, as were most of the
others, who expressed themselves as unable
even with the aid of Webster's Una
bridged and French dictionary in adj
dition-to find words to portray their feel
ings and express their emotions
But the view-the magnificent view which
extends, they say, over seven counties-that
was one of the attractions Of the day, but the
persistent rain, the mountain mists, the
dense fog obscured it. The sun came out
brilliantly for time-long enough for one
adventurous soul who had gone ahead to
witness the transporting rapturous sight for
a few brief moments, but by the time the
coach drove up with dozen others the rain
came pelting down in mountain fashion.
What They Said They Saw.
They saw all there was to see, to be sure,
and they went back with tremendous "whop-
pers" as to having seen, as yariously report
ed, not only seven, but II counties-in fact,
the inspiration of the occasion so stretched
the Imagination of some t'lat they boldly
maintained they could see the steeple of the
Pittsburg Court House away off in the mists
Then this first party encountered one of the
bears that infest the region in winter, and
rescued the intrepid pioneer of the expedi-
course of catechism brought out that they
hardly knew whether it was polar bear or
q cinnamon bear or a catamount.
Anyhow, a second coach load started out
who reported only one county or less, but
had marvellous tales to tell The last coach
load saw the magnificent sight, as the mists
had rolled away and the sun obligingly
came out in their behalf. They have been
in raptures ever since. A Virginia reel
with a country fiddler who had been brought
in from somewhere topped off the festivities
of the afternoon. That fiddler should have
been photographed upon the spot. He is
one of the old-school who rocks his body,
keeps time with his feet, and wears a hat
that has felt the SHOWS seemingly of 60
winters. This old fellow still plays the old
tunes to which our ancestors danced and
knows nothing of the new. Consequently,
square dances, with the figures called, were
the rule. Anything more laughable and
enlivening can hardly be imagined than
those jolly dances.
The Mountains Sunset Splendor.
While "chasing the glowing hours with
flying feet" the whistle sounded for the
descent of the mountain. With Chautau-
qua salute and three rousing cheers and a
tiger, in which everybody 'jined in," for
Manager O'Brien and the Wopsononock,
the party boarded the car The sun came
out, the mists had rolled away and the
whole mountain and adjacent valleys were
enveloped in sunset splendor-the whole
of the scene was fully devel-
oped. The horseshoe curve on this little
road makes that so famous on
the Pennsylvania Railroad seem somewhat
tame. The descent of the mountain has its
terrors and its dangers, but the engineer
was watchful and careful and the foot of the
mountain and the Blue Juniata were reached
with safety. Then again it rained, but who
cared? The Logan House was again in
vaded, a rousing good supper eaten, and
then, under the care of Superintendent
Watt, the special was boarded. After an
other chapter of enjoyment upon the train
the Pittsburg pilgrims reached home, after
one of the pleasantest trips upon record.
Let it be noted-considering their good
luck-that they started Friday, and thus
have given the lie to the old superstition
once more. Thanks are due from Pittsburg
and Allegheny that their woman's clubs
were so warmly welcomed and Hospitality
received by the press and representatives of
Altoona and the officers of the Wopson-
,nock Railroad. Some day, when they
,ome to Pittsburg to take in our marvellous
gorks, we shall hope to ''get even"
BESSIE BRAMBLE
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