The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1915-07-27

Echoes From AlvaradO Reunion.
Were we there? Just ask us On
the gloriously hot and dusty after
noon OF Tuesday, July goth, about
one-umpty-ump O'Clock, we draped
ourselves in, on, and about Pat
Sims Ford and Cadillac, and oozed
enthusiastically toward Alyarado.
Behind the Cadillac was hitehed a
covered wagon, kindly doughnut-
mean donated by the Will Moore
Hardware Co.-containing our
camping equipment and Jeff Howe,
head cook and bottle washer
BY way of parenthesis. let me add
that this same JEFF Howe is abso-
lutely and positively the cookiest
cook that ever cooked anything
cookable. He was that. Also, by
way of ditto, whereas JEFF had left
Waxahachie chocolate-colored
African, he arrived in Alvarado a
full-fledged Caucasian. He was a
living sample of our good roads.
AT Venus we were net by hear
ty hand-shake and punch-bowl
primed for service, which it render
ed to our extreme satisfaction. At
Alvarado we were given royal well
come by that most enterprising and
This good man headed the music
committee, and camped on our trail
from morning until night. He and
the band worked together like ne
gro and a watermelon.
On Tuesday night we held prac-
tice until about nine-thirty-one,
went to bed about even-thirty-two,
and got to sleep about three-thirty-
three and a half. This was due to
grass-burrs appeared to have for us,
and TO monologue by that king Of
humorists. .'Dickey'' Quaite, which
lasted until goodness knows when.
The three days of the reunion
were enjoyed as much by the band
as by the larrupin crowds that at
try. Did it worry us that we were
frozen at four o'clock i'm the morn
ing, hard boiled at nine; that our
only glimpse of the tabled morpheus
came between the hours of two-thir-
ty and five? Well, l should presume
not,
For there We're scads upon more
scads of pretty girls, and we wasted
no noticeable time in becoming ac-
er with the kindness of Mr.. Ma
haney in particular and all the peo-
pie in general, inspired us to play rs
we had never played before, so that
we We're able to register twelve hits
out of twelve times up.
The browning event was a big
supper given us by the ladies of AL
yarado on Friday night. which we
enthusiastically slowed away within
U.s. Pipdtth oh ny idEol-CdStu dp-
petite sharpened by three days of
camping. "Dickey' Quaite shared
the head of the table with the host
and. in a speech dribbling over with
wit and humor, and characterized
by all the flowing ease of mosqui-
to in a Florida swamp, he told of
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Alvarado and its citizens, and cor
daily invited them to visit us in our
own bailiwick.
We then returned to the reunion
grounds, where we took charge OF
all shows, led by "Dickey" Quaite
and Buford Gambrell The band
ballyhooed to draw the crowd, and
the redoubtable Gambrell. with the
aid of big megaphone. extolled
the merits of each show.
And, finally. at the end of our big
concert in the auditorium. after a.
farewell speech by Mr.. Quaite. we
rose to play 'Tipperary." and al
great big lump the size of an ink
bottle came into our throats when
we thought that it was the last time
we would be with them for year
TO come. But is it?
We are all determined to build up
band second to none but John /
Philip Sousa's, so that when we 30 |,
back next year We will give them |
music MT for kings. We are that. |
But | doubt very much whether we
can wait that long to so back
Alvarado, we salute you as the |