Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1908-08-13

work; for the men the machinery and
produce exhibits; for the Young folks
the toboggan and the lake; and for
those who were neither, the attrac-
tions were the Circus lemonade,
peanuts, two bags for five,1 or the
pretty girls that We're everywhere
Without a doubt the th zee days pic
mic of the Changers at Alcyon Park
this year is the greatest ever.
Today is politicians day, and on ev-
cry side, can be seen clusters of men
busily engaged either in shaking
hands and asking all comers how they
are and how the rest of the family,
or, away from the yote-getters, dis
cussing his likelihood of getting the
nomination, and his fitness for a job.
There was Billy Cattell, the stu
dent, who hopes to graduate from the
Assembly into the Senate; and George
w. F. Gaunt, the Granger, who in the
role Of the schoolmaster would give
Billy" a zero and put him at the
foot of his class.
Next in order came Tom Wilson,
likewise champion of Avis Republi-
canism, who coyets a bed in the sher-
ifs mansion in the fall, which he can
call all his own; and again Daniel F.
Hendrickson, the big Bill Taft" of
Gloucester county politics, who would
rather send his prisoners to Trenton
to be electrocuted, than spring the
trap with his own hands that would
drop them down to till their
necks were broken. Needless to say,
both seek the nomination for sheriff,
and not few sly glances were cast,
one towards the other, to see who was
attracting the most attention
Then came Walter Heritage. who
tried to walk like William c. Cattell,
because he has to fill his shoes-if
elected. and he wants to get. into the
proper stride.
Dr.. Vernon e De Croft, Mayor of
Swedesboro. was also on the Job, be-
cause he hopes to be called coroner
after the November election, and
didn't want today to be classed among
the dead ones s-for every live citizen
of Gloucester county was at the pic
mic today.
Then there was Senator Avis. Frank
Davis, Dr.. Reading, and a host Of 9TH
er yote-getters on the scene, ali of
whom knew everybody at the place,
and took the proper pains to hand
shake in the proper attractive" man
ner. They appeared so joviaI because
there were no Democratic nominees
about as to make one almost believe
that they were sure of victory in the
fall-and that without opposition even.
But If one should look in the right
direction he would note Charles W.
Elkinton, who was casting his eye
about with Senatorial glimmer, and
Ed. Grosscup, State Committeeman,
and Thomas c. Dilkes, who We're feel.
ing the public pulse as much as shak-
ing the farmer hands.
Thomas M. Ferrell, the Democratic
war horse, who breathes easiest when
in the midst of hot race with the
dust flying freely, was also a Granger
today, and he had forgotten none of
the men, women or children that he
knew by name and looks the last time
he went forth to victory.
OF the lesser lights there were a
full score, each casting his popularity
into the common political pot, and it
all simmered quietly together, in prep
aration for the scalp dance later on.
THE PICNIC OPENING.
This great show opened yesterday.
In the early morning the farming ma
chinery, and other exhibits were set
up in their places, the tents were
pitched, the last directions given, and
the engines broke the monotony with
their incessant chugging. Then the
people began to arrive. At the Pit
man station was regular wagon
train" that barked, "to the park, room
for just two more until it seemed
that these were machines, not men
that desecrated q. place just confirmed
by a record breaking camp meeting.
The ride to the park-if the granger
had a dime-was one of bumps: one
into a humping coach. was
bumped over a mile of bumpy road,
and bumped against the rail which
served as platform at the grounds.
the fare paid, one started in to see
what was doing
As usual the first view one got of the
show was of John Voorhees,, who stood
under a specious tent, backed by the
prize produce of a score of farms.
Then further down the midway were
the hay loading machines, pumps,
fodder cutters, gas engines, automo-
biles, cement block machines, patent
devices, and a hundred and
one temptations for the farmers last
dollar, each more .alluring than the
one just examined.
And all the time there was that
rattle and whir of machinery and con-
sumptive cough of the gasoline en-
gines, that Is heard nowhere as it
Is at the Gloucester County Oranges
annual picnic.
There was place where you could
have your picture taken if you wished
land had the price; and could look
pleasant for just one minute, and an
other where Elmer Bradshaw sat be-
hind big money looking tin box, and
sign that read .secretary's office. q
and did his best to answer truthfully
all the questions that were asked
him.
THE WoMENs SHOW.