The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1903-09-24
VINEWOOD PRIZES.
Miss Eleanor KimbaIl Gets First
HOnOrs in the Contest.


railway for the best description Divine
wood park:
First prize, $40. Miss Eleanor Kim
ball, Dennis O'Shouligan's Good Time
at Vinewood.''
Second prize. IS. Miss Ethel NJ. AID
rich. "Vinewood."
Third prize, book of street car tickets,
Miss Georgia Warren, 'Vinewood
Park"
A great majority of the competitors
were ladies, and as it turned out, all
of the prize winners were ladies, too.
Some of the contesting essays were
too long for practical value. Others
were suggestions as to the possible uses
of the park instead of a description of
Miss Eleanor T. Kimball, the winner
of the first prize, is the youngest daugh-
ter of G.. II. Kimball, of North Topeka.
She keeps house for her family, but has
done some clever literary work. When
she made her first visit to Vinewood
park shortly after it was opened, she
wrote a poem about the park which
had great merit, and was printed at the
time in the State Journal.
The City railway will shortly issue a
booklet filed with pictures of Vine
wood park and containing the prize
winning descriptions of the park.
Miss KimbalIs story. which was
awarded first prize, is as follows:
TIME AT VINEWOOD.
Is IL a good time yed be afther a.
havin'? Thin go to Voinewood OF wint
there mesilf wonce, an as shure as me
names Dennis O'Shouligan. Olive bin
eOin' iVer since. From the tonne We sit
down in the strate car, till ye rache the
Rittin'-off place the ledies an gintlemin
are smoilin' thot pleasant, We fale
'twould be onmannerly not to mintion
the illigant scenery an the foine
weather.
An livery wonce in a whole the c-o-n-
ductor gifts off an taulks into a box
nailed to a post, whole the passengers
injoy the view. An begorry, whon do
We suppose he's sayin'2 He's koindly
jnformin' our frinds thot we're still on
the thrack. injoyin' the Dist of health
A more obligin' gintlemn Oi niver met.
An Whin We git to NoinewOodi Ye
don't know where to go first. There's
the mirry- go-round wild the carriages
an horses an woild animals. lool<in'
loike they had jist shtepped out of a
corcus, an twoice as LOVELY. An the
music foindin' its way into yer fate
till we're shteppin off as nimble as
lad goin' to spark his sweetheart.
Thin jist acrost the way is the
''laughin' gallery" an by the sowl of
me grandfather a funnier soight Oh
niver saw. It's enough TO make the
wailin' banshee laugh an the divil
himsilf can't do thot. Niver a bit of
use to thry an tell yez; go see for
yersilf. Yen git yer moneys worth.
An the strame wild the boats-all for
twinty-foive cints an hour. No danger
at all, at all. If we've bin observin' in
yer choice, yer swateneart can do the
rowin' an We can smoke yer poipe an
injoy yersilf loike gintlemin, thankin
maneWhoile WhOit a foine wolfe she'd
make. But kape an oiye on yer watch
If ye hev one, an bedad, ye'd bether
do it anyway, for there's an extry
charge afther the foirst hour. but
which hour is the foirst one, is more
than Dennis O'Shouligan can say. But
numberin' niVer was me sthrong point.
An the lovely walks leadin' no where
in particular acrost little bridges over
the strame Oi was spakin' of, which is
most accommodating in the course of its
Wanderin running under livery bridge
an as We know, a bridge on the
wather is IS good as tunnil on the
raleroad. Be shure We see the dam,
for it's well worth lookin' at, an the
roar an rush of the torrint is almost
aqual to Niagry.
An We don't want to forgit the
dancin' in the illigant pavilion, wild
the floor as smooth as glass, an thot
shlippery thot whin We wonce git
started it's hard work ye'll fOind it to
Ethop An mannY's the tonne Oi've
missured me length (foive fate, iliven in
me boots) on the floor, an hard floor
st is OF know to me sorrow An sich
hivenly musici Sich jigs an polkies;
Bich whoirlin' an twistin, We fale for
all the wourld loike hummin' top,
Whin the dance is over wild. An, if as
Is only natchural after SIGH violent ex-
ercoise, ye'd be falin' the made of a
boite to ate, whoy there's oice-crame
thot milts in yer mouth-for a wee bit
of a charge, not worth considerin'-
An the gay posies bloomin' an the
grass so Crane it makes yer oiyes ache
to look at, wild niver a sign "kape off"
An at noight the American flag a
Eleamin an twinlxlin at we as natchural
as loife, all made out of electric loights,
an loolxin' loike an ould frind the
whole.
An the movin' pictursl Niver did OF
see the loikei Shure, an they do move.
The ingihes and the horses comm
roight at We full spade, an ye 50
heightened We can't move, an death
stharin We in the face! Thin jist whin
We think ye're kilt intoirely the cratures
are gone, an beloike, there's a ledy
smoilin an bowin' to we so frindly We
jist natchurly pull yer forelock an wish
her the bist of health.
An the illustrated songs wouldmake
We happy for a wake, wild the lovely
pictur's dascribin' livery one.
Whole the brass band is a show by
itssilf wild the dhrums an horns an
the gintlemin wild their foine clothes
Ioolxin' so jaunty an gay.
There's so much to see an hear thot
Nhin it's tonne to go home Ofm thot
toird OF wouldn't cross the strate to
see me own brother, an begorry. OF
couldn't anyway, for OF niver had
brother being the only son.
Reminder, If We want a good tonne
20 to Voinewood. Thot's me advoice,
an We won't regrit takin' it. There's me
Voinewood car; Oi'm off! Ye're comm,
too? Ye're smarther than We look; it
Isn't livery man thor knows a good
thing whin he hears 1t.
ALL aboard It's off we are, Now
AMT this list ILLIGANT2
water for North Lawrence.