The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-08-27


OF what he eats, to order one with the
rest Of the crowd, and to work his
way along the street with it IN his
hand eating it as the others are do
ing. Sometimes the faces above the
hot dogs seem incongruous enough.
They are the faces of those who are
intelligent as to dietetics, but have
been swept on past the bounds Of eau.
ton by the enthusiasm OF Conveys
surging multitude.
Mob Spirit and the TickIer.
The mob spirit in the place is con-
tagious. What else would have per
suaded that dignified, elderly man to
buy a ticket for the Mammoth Tick.
Ter or for this continuance which hurts
you about at a break.neck speed, rack
ing your nerves as you sit crouched
in seats just large enough for two.
Sometimes the watchers see some of
the merrymakers come off that roller.
coaster with a white line about the
mouth and strained look in their
| eyes, 1t is not their instructive idea
! of pleasure to be rushed down steep
slope with such terrible force that
| their breath is beaten out of them and
they gasp and cringe But what II
they are pale and shaky as they step
off, there is an expression in the line
of their closely drawn lips which
shows that they have determined that
what must be must be, and they are
on pleasure bent. suffer what fortunes
they may. q
| Here on the right is a moving-pic
ture show, and, not content with that
the management has contrived to add
| to it music, singing and dancing. No
where else than Coney can such a com
bination Of pleasures be found. As
one dances, it is the easiest thing il
: the world to catch enough of a glimpse
5 of the picture over ones partner'
: shoulder, to follow the thrilling nara
I tive of the screen, and no one coult
D miss note of the piercing tune which
s the blonde at the piano is rendering.
o Coney, on the afternoon of jun
S Sunday, is a gay and thrilling place
e gay and thrilling for grownups JUS
X there Is the secret 1t is the fairylanG
F. the place where adults may have
" perpetual picnic. To tell the truth
children do not care so much about il
Given a pail and shovel out on tn
n sands, the small child will be happ
d the whole day long at Coney, but tn
IS grownup must needs enter the sid
10 shows and ride the coaster.
n, Playground of Adults.
y The fact that this was the playlan
g OF adults came over me after seem
ly some hundreds of children on thi
+ particular Sunday afternoon, who wer
lg plainly there just because their f;
as theirs and mothers had wanted t
e. come. Never have | seen such ute
u boredom and WEAKNESS written on an
faces as was depicted on those of tt
~ many children who pushed their tire
We way along, down among the knees
to the crowd, while their elders, wit
an their heads in the air, took in the
is lights of the place. Some were bei1
IL carried, too utterly exhausted to {
ed anything but droop heavily over the
I'D fathers shoulder, not caring to OPT
10 an eye to see the snake-charmer
h the parent stopped fascinated befo
he her.
on You couldn't help seeing on t
GU train coming home that it was the T
ID rents, not the children, who must ha
wanted to come and for whom Con
nd Island was a wonderland. The form
ne lay limp in their parents laps, sou
op asleep. while the grownups talked a
es- laughed over their heads. 1t was t
elf children who had been patient a
W. long-suffering, and it was the parer
ur- who had really enjoyed themselves
he A small boy, with light hair, a sn
ire nose, and a freshly freckled ia
as buries his head deeper in the curve
nd his mothers arms and gives lol
My sleepy sigh as his parents crun
The crackerjack over his unconscious
Ter tie head.