Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-07-05
A BIC FOURTH
For Our Little
Sister City.
Alive
Very Fine Parade Made
in The Rain.
THE DAY IN THIS CITY.
Plenty of Noise and the Usual Number
OF Accidents.
THE DAY IN THIS CITY.
Plenty Of Noise and the Usual Number
OF Accidents.

Bright and early yesterday morning
about everybody within the confines of
Mayor Moies' little principality, from the
magic line OF Clay street to the red walls
OF President Fish's harness factory, from
the temporarily silent looms In the sheds
of the Royal Weaving Co. to the well ar
ranged emporium Of Alderman Jollie on
the borders of far distant SayIesville, got
up and looked out Of the window to see
what sort OF day 1t was going to be.
The night had been a reasonably quiet
one, In spite Of the fact that Johnny But
man and Patt Brothers, (and there were
others), actuated In part by a burning
patriotism but mostly by desire to In.
crease their store OF lucre, had supplied
all the boys In town with an abdndanJ
store of frecrackers and other producers
OF unlimited noise. The prospect at the
first glance out doors was not quite sn en-
couraging az 1t might have been. The ~.
was overcast. But 1t didn't rain and no one
was disposed to think that 1t would rain,
SO that, with confidence born of long resi-
dence In a community where self-appre-
citation is not wholly wanting, every body,
after the aforesaid look out ofthe window,
proceeded to array himself In his best bib
and tucker and get ready for the fun.
And promptly at five o'clock the fun
began. The Central Falls Drum Corps,
with malice aforethought, started on a
round through the principal streets, and
II there was single person who wanted
another little nap, (Which Is very doubt
full they fixed him SO that he not only
didn't get the nap, but he felt as IL he
wouldn't get another one In six months.
Scarcely had the shrill notes OF the flies
and the whack- whack Of the drums died
away, when all the bells In town began q
Changing fit to wake the seven sleepers,
and rouse out the Emperor Barbarossa,
(whose beard is said to have grown
through the table on whichlhe rested his
head), from his repose Of centuries. Be-
sides, as II there was not racket and dis
turbance enough already to be waited over
into the drowsy precincts OF thei behind
the-times municipality which can spend
thousandslof dollars for mud hole park,
but not one cent for the Nations birth.
day, a battery OF artillery opened up in
Jenks Park, and at once proceeded to
shoot of It's rnouth in great style. Then
there was lull for brief space In the Of
fetal demonstration.
But not for long. Somewh here about
this time Alderman Eastwood, whose en-
thusiasm has been bubbling for several
days, got up to fever heat, and could not
restrain himself any farther. So the beau
tiful flag, obtained specially for the day,
was taken out to the gate, the halliards
were rove on, and the Alderman, with his
own hands, ran the majestic emblem up to
the peak. There was not a dry throat In
the gathering, and ordinary shouting was
not In II at all. Temperance and sobriety
are always observed by the gentleman
from the First Ward, but he is no bigot,
and no one was turne1 away thirsty. 1t
was generally con ceded that, good Judge
as he undoub btedly is Of tin work and kim