The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-04-16

rms Oi0~A AAhie AeWD-ooFh HHA oS Unders,ood onIy by she Few "Bsn
 Bolts" Who fin the Twilight of Lite stmI PIod Their Weary Way Over New Haven Green.
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 And then it's glorious rotunda. how we held our breath as we gazed up- wards to the dome; our hearts swelled with pride, meath our jackets, until the buttons were ready to burst, to think that we little fellows had the same rights there as James Hilhouse. Judge Daggett or Dr. Croswell. At the state fairs how the melons and pumpkins in our eyes did run riot. and what apples and pears we selected for diet.
 ''Oh, they's more to wortermelons
 Than the purty colored meat,
 And the overfiowing sweetness
 Of the worter squshed betwixt."
 One boy who knew his mother could make good pumpkin pie, had pumpkin pie on the brain, and knew if he could put a big piece inside of his face it would taste good, conceived the idea to steal one; so he arranged for the other fellows to stand outside and catch it while he threw one out of the window. The result was the fair lost pumpkin and a boys mother had broken shoul- der to nurse. The. boy had babys cradle to rock with his feet for the rest of his vacation.
 Tom says some pumpkins are empty with a few seeds, but this one was full of cannon balls.
 What gladdens the heart and what
 moistens the eye;
 What brings up the past like a fat
 pumpkin pie?''
 Do any of the old time boys rernem- Der what comfortable seat for over three thousand people was the broad rail of the old Green fence, where the folk gathered at eventide to swap lies? Uncommonly big stories were called Green fence yarns" and how the boys whittled the top rail smooth so the Ben Bolts and Sweet Alice's of the schools could write their names and make their hooky and picnic appointments. The fence was like Uncle Sam's farm-room enough to give us. all a seat. But now since the drain pipes of the world have emptied on to us there is no room for the lame and weary to find rest for even the soles of their feet upon a frolic day. Here old Grimes, that good old man, dreamed his dreams, and Hannibal Cannibal acquired his syntactic knack The building of the iron fence was the green's first spoliation; it took from the Green the old-time. quaint, unpretend- ing comfortable look. The old fence looked like the green and the Ggreen and the Green looked like the old fence.
 When MT. Haywood, the builder, was asked why the top rail of the new fence was made so sharp, he replied, No monkeys are to roost on this fence re- ferring to the college fence; upon which boarding school girl had hung a sign OuiiIhe Monkey Roost."
 s New Haven Green has suffered from two invasions, one of the British and one of the pigs both on the Sabbath. It seems in the old college Commons $ day. to dispose of the kitchen refuse, there was on the campus pig pen con- taining some seventy or more pigs. There was living in the neighborhood a freak named "Sid,'' as full of good and evil as was the sour apple tree in Eden, which caused the Almighty to lose all confidence in his human creation, and entailed on each one of us troubles of our own. The pig pen was the Zoo of the town to the boys, who would assem- ble to see the pigs eat. Sid was always there, and if boy came in all his store clothes Sid would induce a pig to come up to the fence by offering him an ear of corn or some other pig tit-bit. Then he would ask the boy if he didn't wish toridt nice Cosset pig. Of course the boy did so he was told to jump from the fence on to the pigs back; the mo- ment he was astride, off among his fel- lows scampered the frightened pifg, and off into the mire went the scared boy; when he finally crawled out from among the pigs his own mother who had dressed him up so nicely for his walk, would not own him. Sid was then the boy to take him by the hand and lead him home, telling his mother little Willie wanted to ride pig and couldn't stick on!" He would spend the rest of the afternoon helping the mother make the boy presentable. For all his tricks Sid was liked, for he was honest and good-natured, ready to be everyones friend, but was made, like John of Brent, Ever the first in good or ill"
 One Saturday night Sid thought to have a little fun, so he let out the pigs, who, true to their nature, put for the grass of the college lawn. That was soon rooted up; then to the Green, and by meeting time great patches of the Green had been rooted up, for pigs have a wonderful business end when their noses are not ringed. Although it was Sunday, a great crowd collected to drive the pigs home, this work coming under the head of an act of necessity and mercy; but the pigs didn't see it that way and all day long they raced and scampered up and down the Green; not until nightfall were most of them secured; the rest scattered about the town and finished their day in family S cellars, where they were obligingly se- creted until ready for the family pork barrel. But the demoraization of the religious portion of the town was some thing dreadful. "Only think, Cousin Sally, of those college pigs roofing up our lovely Breen on a Holy Sabba-day; shocking to contemplated
 In after days Sid was very patriotic. A noted revivalist was preaching in one of tba churches Gorna rlida faI1oure of