Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-10-16
HARVEST FESTIVAL
All Roads Lead 10 St Pafrick'S
 Parish Entertainment.

engineer of the Highland division
 road. ''As I had nothing to do and
 was told there was a harvest festival
 being held in St Patricks. parish
 hall, l thought l would drop in and
 have supper and also few hours en-
 joyment. had my supper, ,and what
 at supper! It was the most delicious
 and pleasing and agreeable and de. lightful menu which l ever sat down | to. Everything was nice and neat
 and clean, arranged tastefully, pre- | pared so carefully and distributed SC
 generously that nothing could be sur
 passed. The ladies looked their pret- tiest, and were most charming to be- hold. It seemed to me as if each one was endeavoring to win the prize
 which was offered ill Saturday even- ing's Democrat. The ladies of St Pat | rick's certainly deserve the greatest praise that can be conferred on any
 one, this surely is not fattery. If
 truth is flattery, then the above state | ments may be called so.
 There is no need to go into an elab- crate analysis of the arts and manu- factures of this city in order to under stand the status of its people, mental,
 and physical. Socialogists merely need
 to visit the harvest festival given in
 St Patrick's hall and partake there
 of the refreshments prepared by the
 ladies of St Patrick's and take the
 standard of the culinary development
 of the managers of the festival in
 order to know the precise capabilities of the housekeepers of St Patricks. S.. It is ordained that under any cir cumstances it is compulsory on us to eat in order that we may live, nor have even the wisest of us been able yet to solve this apparently insoluble problem of the stomach ill any other fashion.
 After the supper we had a concert given by the choir of St Patrick's church under the direction of their most able organist. The members of the choir looked their prettiest, as they always do. Their manners were mild and soft, their carriage was graceful, they sang their sweetest, and their voices sounded to my ear like honey to the taste. I hope that l will often hear them in as fine condition as last night.
 "The pianist was a smart. active, nice looking young fellow with dark, curly hair and he played on the piano in manner that made me feel all over in spots. AS soon as he sat down on the stool, I knew by the way he handled himself that he undersood the machine he was running. He tap ped the keys away up on one end, just as if they were gauges and want ed to see if he had water enough Then he looked up as if he wanted to know how much steam he was carry ing and the next moment he pulled open the throttle and sailed on the main line as if he were an hour and a half late. You could hear her thun- der over culverts and bridges, getting faster and faster, until the fellow rock ed about in his seat like cradle Somehow l thought it was old '36'' pulling a passenger train and getting out of the way of special. The fel- low worked the keys of the middle division like lightning and then he flew along the north end of the line until the drivers went around like a buzz saw and I got excited. About the time I was fixing to tell him to cut her off little, he kicked the dampers under the machine wide open, pulled the throttle away back in the tender, and how he did run. I could not stand it any longer. and yelled to him that he was pounding on the left side and if he was not careful he would drop his ash pan, but he did not hear. No one heard me. everything was flying and whizzing. and buzzing and roaring. The tele- graph poles on the side of the track looked like a row of corn stalks: the fence and the trees appeared to be a mud bank and all the time the ex- haust of the old machine sounded like the hum of a humble bee. tried to yell out, but my tongue would not move. He went around curves like a bullet, slipped an eccentric. blew out his soft plug, went down grade seventy feet to the mile and not a brake set: she went by the point at mile and half q minute and calling for more steam. My hair stood out straight. because I | knew the game was up. Sure enough dead ahead of us was the headlight | of a special. In a daZe I heard the l crash as they struck and I saw cars shivered into atoms people smashed | and mangled and bleeding. and gasp Ing for water. I heard another crash | ls the master musician struck the | deep keys away down on the lower 1 end of the southern divisOn. and then 1 came to my senses. There he was It dead stop still with the door of | the fire box of the machine open. wiping the precipitation from his face | md smiling on everyone. If live to | be a thousand years old will never | forget the ride Mir Grattan gave me ,n the piano."
 The program for tonight by St | patrick's sanctuary choir:
 Opening Chorus. National Airs. 1Id Kentucky Home. Daniel o'Rripn. 70 Many Interruptions. Francis Ske-
 han.
 Dancing. G Meehan. I. Casey. F..
 Kirby. ]. Callahan. T. Meehan. Iew York Town. Thomas Caldwell |