The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-01-09
MARKET MORNING,
A Glimpse OF Whoeiing's Bi.WceklJ Food
Exposition.

a Glimpse OF wheeiins's W.weekiy Food
Exposition.
H'rihtn for The Iakili1eHccr. ~
Como with mo to tho market this
morning. 1t is carly aud tho weather
10 cold, SO you had bettor pu. on
heavy coat.
We'll, of We go. Ugh! but tho air is
frosty. You arc right, tho ma rke,.
gardeners have cold task In winter
time. Those were their wagons you
heard last night, croaking over tho
frosty bricks. People must eat, though,
and so We will 60 to market this morn.
ing to sec them buy their meat aud veg
etable,, butter and egga.
Hero We are, at last Shall We 20
down tho middle OF the market.house,
or along the outside? Very we'll, then,
outside it Is.
Wha. a crowd Pushing, crowding,
up and down. all looking out for bar.
gains. but good.nntured crowd. 'Tia
truo they tramp on our too, and shove
their baskets into our stomachs, but
what OF that? Are they not here on
business? We are only onlookers, and
have few rights to BIO respected.
What rows OF stalls We 500 here. One
line along the curb, another against the
wall. And wagons, too; one to each
stand. 1t is yet fovgy, and lanterns
burn in some, but more for heat than
light. The smell OF the oil 10 in tho air.
Look out! Mercy, what an immense
basket that man has on his arm. Hear
the handle squeak. It is protesting
against such All unheard-ot load. That
man must be the father OF largo fam
lily, or he must keep boarding house.
There are fish. They are frozen s,iI
and are melancholy objects to look
upon. Their eyes are sunken aud their
gills are blue; 10, US go on. All. 500 this
German woman. Her dress is short and
her head is only slightly protected by
knit hood. But she is happy. She has
Just bought bucket OF kraut, and her
basket seems quito full. Oh, yes, one
may buy kraut in our market, and very
good kraus, too. 1t is excellen. boiled
with o bit OF ham or bacon. But then
what a digestion it takes! What
stomach!
See. here they grind ho7,e.radish.
That is. We seem to sec them grind it.
In reality We are deceived. Our eye,
play US false; they frequently do, In
market, as elsewhere. No, that is not
horse-radish, 1t is turnip.
Here ia man wise in his day. He
has made fire in the gutter, by his
stand. Certainly, tire smoke is rather
annoying to his customers and to
others. But what would you have?
His fingers and toes are warm at any
rate, aud wood smoke is not unhealthy.
Hello! Hero we have eggs and but.
ter. Hundreds OF dozens OF eggs, aud
butter dono up in clean cloths. Observe
the operations OF this stout lady on our
right; the one in the rusty black dress
and red shawl. Her hands are not clean.
you perceive Now look! You smile?
Well, certainly, butter Is none the bet.
ter for being sampled with broad
thumb nail. The person ruba smut,
too! See, she has a bit Just benes,h
her under lip, and there Is email de-
post OF it at each corner OF her mouth.
like the debris left after a hirh.tide.
What have we here? A bakers stall,
Bread Of all kinds. Rolis, biscuit, cakes,
There arc those gingerbread horses
German mothers like to carry homo to
the children. Whom they SEQ her COM
ing along slowly from market they run,
and then ont como the gingerbread
horses for the boys and dolls for the
girls. There are tho dolls. You sec
their dresses are trimmed with pink
iceing, and they have eyes, nose and
mouth OF sugar. They are drv, and
would taste like sawdust to you, but
children like them.
Hero is n man who has an assortment
to be sure. A department store in two
valses and a hand-cart. He is one OF
the people, and is sure to succeed.
Well, wc have walked the length OF
the outside. Now lot us 20 inside, and
turn back. Crowded just like the out
side. 4 long line OF gas jets, clear to
the other end OF tho markel-houso.
Meat, meat, meat. Tho American poo.
pie must have meat. And these iollv.
rcd.iaccd, lat fellows you see here.
cracking jokes aud marrow bones,
cutting, slaahing, pounding, and weigh.
ing, arc the butchers. Certainly, they
seem a jovial lot. Their meat must
agree with them.
Here is stall for you! Two beau.i-
full white hogs. hanging comfortably,
heads down, from hooks. They arc
propped open with sticks, and arc fat
and nice, ready to DO cut up. This man
is after some OF that fresh pork. Ho
wants roasting piece. How savory
when properly cooked, yet how indiges.
tible! Lard, too; white and sweet
Talk not to inc Of cottonseed oil and
beef-suet. when l can get such lard for
my doughnuts, pies. and Saratoga
potatoes.
And see the sparo.ribs. Bones, we
call them. And vol named, by Jupiter!
for bones thoy are. TWINS timber
knife, ind cunning hand that pre-.
pared them for market. A. surgeon
couldn't have dissocted the meat of any
closer than yon butchers bad. Let US
hurry OH.
All. stop! Hold a moment! puddings!
Blood. Vienna, hog's.hcad; black,
white, and rcd; all sizos and shapes.
Laugh not. sncor not. Each ono has
it's own charms, and all arc dear to Ger
nun hearts and stomachs. Thoy bring
back fond and tendor memorio, OF tho
tathorland, where tho sausage Is an in
stitu.ion, not TO DO scofIed at or lightly
spoken Of. Franco is republic to-day
because uninterrupted supplies Of sau-
sages reached tho German army in 1870.
There la poultry, and-well. actually,
what is this? Surely not pug dog,
dopriYnd OF his akin md rliafnninn