Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-07-05
AMONG THE PEOPLE
Who Celebrated the Day in City Streets
and Schenley Park.
PORTRAITS OF HOLIDAY MAKERS.
Some of the Odd Incidents in Day Of Fun
and Fireworks.
WHY SOME LAUGHED AND OTHERS CRIED

The early birds were out in force yester.
day, and there were worms enough to &c
around, if fine weather, fun and fireworks
may be considered annelids for the occa.
sion. The rooster was not in it with the
hrecracker as herald Of the dawn. Sleep
being out of the question everybody arose
early and the small boy earliest of all. The
customary phenomenon of all holidays was
presented in the departure of crowds of
city folks for rural outings, and the arrival
of Just as many or more country people
seeking TO celebrate the day in the city.
Trains going out from and coming into the
city were larger then usual-in fact, the
available rolling stock of all the rail-
roads was brought into use, and the cars
were packed TO sufocation. The way some
of the visitors from the neighboring towns
prepared for the day in Pittsburg was not
altogether judicious- In a smoking car on
an early Ft. Wayne train bound for Pitts
burg, for instance, the circulation of whisky
TASKS was so rapid that the wonder was that
the greater part of the travellers were not
compelled to stay in their seats when the
train reached the depot. One of the party
was so impressed by the outlook that he
addressed his companions thus: "See
here. there are u of us, and
the chances are that one of us
will get into trouble during the day. Let's
raise fund right now to pay his finei' The
proposal was greeted with laughter, but the
man who had made it stuck to it that he
was in earnest and proceeded to collect a
dollar from every man to provide for the
unpleasant contingency. IF the smell of
the whisky and its incipient effects on the
faces of the young men went for anything
the contributors to the fund ought to esteem
themselves lucky if the 10 or IL dollars COL
lected pays all the fines for the party this
morning.
Not Much Drinking.
But the tendency to drink too heavily
was not largely shown among the visitors to
the city; the family party, which in
cluded father and mother and a good
" array of hostages to fortune,
predominated, and their feet kept within
the country boy could hardly be beaten, not
even by the city boy. The writer saw a boy
alight from a Cleveland and Pittsburg train
yesterday morning at the Allegheny station,
and two minutes later he was laying torpe-
does on the track at the Federal street
crossing and bowling with delight as the
locomotive exploded them in passage The
boys father, veteran with the Grand
Army button, pulled him away from the
track, as if to correct him, but in reality to
borrow pack of crackers, which he lighted
with his cigar and flung into the street.
That was a typical entry of the rural
visitor.
Soon after this little incident another 1
with a pathetic tinge took place on the same |
street. A very nicely-dressed Young man |
was walking along Federal street toward the |
Sixth street bridge, and if he was not happy |
ne deserved kicking, for he not only had on |
poetic pantaloons of lilac, pique white |
vest, bright blue tie, q mackinaw hat and |
geranium in the buttonhole of his gray |
cutaway coat, but upon his arm there leant |
a willowy wisp of a girl, whose face was so
sWeetly pretty that when you looked at it /
you couldn't think of bothering yourself to
see how she was dressed. They formed a
very pleasant picture-a modern Phyllis |
and Corydon, who had left the lutte and
white woolly sheep under the trees and
come to town for junket on a modest and
genteel plan. But it should be added that |
Corydon had a mustache of golden brown;
glossy, full and curling at the ends. It was
the sort of an appendage that feminine au-
thorltles approve upon the masculine upper
llp-and Corydon seemed to know its value,
for he caressed it kindly from time to time.
1t would have been well if he had concen-
trated his spare energies on his mustache,
but he must needs take out a ciga- as they
were nearing the Sixth street bridge.
A Mustache Sacrificed.
He tried to light the cigar, but the west
ern wind, perhaps from politeness to the
fair girl who was in danger of being scented
with cheap cigar smoke, blew out the match;
three matches, indeed, one after the other.
Corydon looked yexed, and at the third fail
ure left Phyllis and entered a doorway,
where he proceeded to strike a light No
rude or polite wind interfered this time and l.
the match blazed up. Corydon bent down,
cigar in mouth. There was a cracking
sound and the blaze grew. Corydon said
out of place in pastures green or
Allegheny. He emerged from the doorway. |
Phyllis Uttered; Corydon frowned and
asked what she saw to laugh at, and
then following her eyes he felt for the right
hand end of his mustache, and lol he found
it not. A few crinkled cinders were all that
Corydon to the barber shop, from which he
came rid Of the wreck of mis- mustache
The ball game in the morning attracted a
great crowd Of holiday-makers besides the
regular cranks. A party of rustics en- route
for the ball grounds got tangled up by the
topography Of Allegheny and
started north instead of south when they
landed at Federal street. They asked an
urcbin on the threshold of Boggs & Buhl's |
store to show them the way. The boy was
thrifty newsy and offered to show them
place from which they could see the game
for nothing. The delegation from Juniper
township jumped at the offer. paid 10 cents
in advance, and the newsy led them up the
hill to the Soldiers Monument, collected the |
balance of his fee and skipped. Probably
they and the hundreds with them on the
hill top who enjoyed a free view of the
game were better satisfied than those who
saw more of it for 75 cents.
The streets were. strangely free from /,
,rowds between 10 A. NJ. and noon; SO
many sightseers were at the ball game,
md not a few of the excursionists from {
he country had taken time and street car
,y the forelock and hied them to Schenley
Park. When the 5000 people who had
een Pittsburg outplay Boston at most !
points and lose the game poured out from
he grounds, the streets in both cities began j
o grow crowded. !
A Chinese Ball Crank.
by the way, among the spectators of the 1
anne on the bleachers swas a Chinaman, :
nth blue silk blouse, and the usual pecu-
lar accessories. He was not the Mongolian
port, who wears American clothes AID sets
up for the sporty boys whenever he meets
hem in Pittsburg, but a moon-faced Chinee 7
the old-fashioned sort, and what 9
Induced him to go to the ball /.
anne will never be known. Perhaps he Z
ibored under the delusion that he n
-oUld see freworks-which is all that 1,
lost Chinese appreciate in the. celebration