Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-07-19
ALICE MACGOWAN
Goes to and from a Picnic in a
Patrol Wagon.
A WILD AND WOOLLY RACE.
Mr.. Bexar Of Texas as as a Picnicker-Driv-
ing Into Jersey Through the Medium
of q Penal Chariot-Jim's Idea
of Square Meal
Special Correspondence to the Gazette.


When the mercury begins to go up and
up, and your spirits, energy and zest of life
down and down, when the heat itself be-
comes GREATNESS and palpitateS of build
ings, sidewalks and all exposed surfaces in
little waves, when day is a WEAKNESS and
night void of repose. the ''savageness in I'M
reclaimed blood" breaks out
In the lower classes, among the teue-
ments on the East Side, this evaporation
manifeSts itself in street brawls. free fights,
neighborhoOd disturbances and connhbial
lammings, while among gentler and more
enlightened people it eviuces itself in the
scarcely less baleful picnic.
We suffer, We perspire. we become exas-
perated and irritable beyond measure; we
are really homicidal, we long to massacre
and destroy, but as all the traditions of our
class are against the qualification of such
impulses. as our training and habits deoar
US from the more generous and direct relief
of cutting threats aud breaking heads, we
simply explode into a picnic
jim. poor Unborn and bred upon the
free Texas prairies, where the great winds
come sweeping up from the gulf, where a
county makes 4 nice front yard, and nothing
less than principality ranks as an estate
poor Jim, pent now among brick and
morLar, shut away from everything green,
cut off from all outdoor life, had been as
nervous and FESTIVE as a mustang tied to
of the bunch out in the high grass, from the
time spring opened. He had pleaded most
fondly the charms and delights of picnic
ever since Il was warm enough to leave OF
overcoats, and finally when the temperature
was maddening high, when it was she
wrong time to go and our evil star was in
the ascendant, we listened to the voice of
the siren. as represented by his e.oauence
and we fell
Jim and Mr.. Cameo were to cbtsin the
means of transportation for Jim scnrned all
trains, cars. boats and other public convey
ances, and said a picnic was 20 picnic ny
other fellow could drive around. We women
were to accumulate the lunch. and the party
was to consist of Mr.. and Mrs. Cameo, .Jira
and myself, and pair of young lovers, who
asked no questions and would have gone
smilingly along with US for jump into the
bottomless pit, so they were but suffered to
go together.
When those men drove up with that rig
Mrs. Cameo clutched my arm '.Look at
that thing! It's patrol wagon" she ex-
claimed. myself had been taken up look
ing at the team jim had brought; but when
examined the vehicle in question was
backed like patrol wagon. To be sure the
seats ran across and not along it; but the
high dashboard with its double lamps, the
big red wheels were points Of fatal SINH
larity; the brake handle suggested the gong,
and even the big handsome team, and heavy
harness, all glorious with knobs and rings
ana ornaments Of brass, increased the de-
grading resemblance.
This was check, but when the fevered
ardor Of picnickery is coursing through
your veins it win take more than this u