The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1913-02-04
A "REMINISCENCES
From the Farthermost Corner of the
United States, State of WASH
inptOn.

"SbOhs
Boys, / mean some of you old
boys that played two old cat in the
north end of the public square in the
year of 1854. Do you remember the
first time Rivers and Darius pitch
ed their then mammoth tent in the
court house yard near the district
school house?
Do you remember crowd of boys
from up town and down town, lined
up along A. Winton's stone fence at
the outskirt of town? At the hour,
when the sun began to peep over the
eastern hills, and the dairy maids
were gathering their pals for the
mornings milking, awaiting to catch
the first glimpse of the leading team
of that circus. And can you remem-
Der Mike Wizer who said the whole
gang was set of chumps? And how
he could out jump, out lift, out run
or lick any fellow in the crowd
that was waiting for the appearance
of that show. And will you remem-
Der Legrand Wright who walked up
to him with a chip on his shoulder,
saying he dare not knock it off?
And how Mike hit him between the
eyes instead of hitting the chip?
Auu, Ol my, w ldJ d Jllllt. Lively lGl-
low had his own opinion about the
fairness of that act, Immediately sid
ing with one or the other. Talk
about show and a scene. When
the elephant did arrive. The rain
of the previous day had fixed the
mud to every ones satisfaction. l
have often read of mudslinging in
newspaper talk, but the most perfect
in nfnrnrntofinn 10 nf fhot nhrocn
was more forcibly demonstrated
than on that particular occasion.
Bully Hughes from down town man.
aged to get in his quick work on the
weak side, and as Oliver Grestin
who was on his way to the umbrella
handle factory just above remarked,
it was difficult for him to decide
which show just at that moment,
was the most attractive. We had
but little time to obilterate the stains
and splashes and blood and pin up
our tattered and torn garments be-
fore the feathers were arranged in
the horses head gear, and the driv-
ers put on their red and blue para
phenia prepared to make their great
and dazzling entry into our grand old
town. But we managed to be readi-
ness when the bugler footed for the
procession to move on towards town.
Dan Rice mounted his four-wheeled
go-cart behind the most eXtraordin-
ary mule ever exhibited in the bor-
ough of Honesdale. To say that the
mule could kick is wasting oratory
and losing an opportunity to become
famous in descriptive literature.
When you hear the crack of a gun
and some time after the spat of the
bullet against the object aimed at,
that is quick work, but the reverbera
tion of that mules kick was so i'm
mediate and sudden that time would
be wasted in trying to investigate
the atomical parts of a second from
kick to sound. Anyway when the
calvacade reached the up town
bridge we were following each side
of Dan and his mule. But the eli
max was reached when passing the
old Jakeway Hotel corner. Horace
Menner came out from the sidewalk
along side the gang and from an op-
tical illusion or mistaken identity or
misconception of our disfgured ap-
pearance after the battle of mud,
taking the crowd for a part of the
show, asked George Genung if he
could carry water to the elephant.
Yours for Unadulterated Fun,
FRANK HUBBELL