Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-11-11

alleged pro-German such blow
in the face that he fell stiff. and was
rescued by the police.
Join In Sing
AS the morning waned every truck
in the city made its appearance,
loaded to the gunwales with men,
women and children, all armed with
some noise-maker. Colored folks
gave the bystanders most amuse-
ment, crowded into small spaces and
singing their own songs. One truck
pulled up in front of George Harry's
place, and an old man who had been
a slave leaped out to do a shine on
the pavement, while the band of
three pieces whooped up The st.
Louis Tickle"
The rattle of rifles, bang of
bonn bs, tornado of confetti, and
cataclysm of yells. was so tremen-
dous that inside the many hostelries
one could barely hear the lid being
pried off. Song was the main out
let of rejoicing and. THE Old Grey
Mare" with the chorus of STARS and
Stripes Will Wave over Germany"
penetrated to the depths of the
Kittatinny. Men of serene age were
seen to buck-and-wine on many a
floor, and shortly after o'clock
thousands of school girls, joined
with the boys in an impromptu pa
rade, fashion, down Market
street.
Trouble Brewing
It was high time to close the
saloons when Mayor Keister gave
the order, for intoxicants were
wreaking havoc. Strawberry street
looked like the days in old England.
when the artist, Hogarth, welded
his clevec pen. Half dozen trays
were in progress all the time. One
demon insisted on lighting the per-
son nearest to him and finally
tackled the wrong party.
Fighting s. over" said this would
be victim, who looked so hardy that
the crowd made way for a ring.
mot FIR me" shouted the other,
and right uppercut shocked off the
rest of his talk.
When the word got about, what
Keister had done, thousands fairly
offered prayer.
There seemed to be a feeling that
every face should smile and at the
corner of Third and Market riot
started over the man who refused
to smile. True, he had a mouth like
a nick in sword, carried no flag
and evidently wanted to be alone.
whats the matter with you
SMILE" demanded a truck-load OF
machinists, jammed into huge car.
When the stranger kept his cold,
SNUG phiz, he was assaulted first
with light artillery and presently
with everything throwable in sight
and he only escaped by ducking into
q saloon.
Not one race in town took the
lid off more eloquently than the
Italians. and the funniest sight OF
the day was old George McGarry,
perched on top the hood of a motor
bus, playing an ancient guitar. not
with perfect execution, but with the
proper juice. Lou Simonetti
made every drum-mator on earth
look like crutch.
THE Stars and Stripes are wav-
ing" whooped the bystanders al
Second and Walnut when the War
Department select service truck
loaded with pretty girls buzzed by
the end of the car being lined with
pretty girls. one of whom wore
Stars and Stripes socks.
Tin-pans, cymbals, accordions
kazzoes; everybody brandlshed some
thing, and In Third street the cops
saved a man from being beat to pulp
as he raced along carrying a wash
boiler on his back. Behind him an
enthusiastic friend beat the boiler
so hard that one blow felled the
patriot and he lay stone-cold fol-
some minutes.
Packed on Trucks
In front of Russ market some one
from a second story dropped a ten
pound sack of flour. the whole bulk
of which struck a brilliant, beauti-
full brunette, and the rest of the day
she was a blonde, for they could
not get the stuff off.
One-seat motor cars held as many
as ten persons, and no one cared
who sat on anybody else's lap. The
stores were vacuum cleaned of con-
fetti at IL o'clock, and with al
saloons shut the populace demanded
that Market Square be roped off for
public dancing. But Mayor Kelster
on the advice of Captain Thompson
thought this would offer unneces.
sary danger, for, said Thompson
two regiments of infantry, with
bayonets fixed, could not keep the
crowd from over-running on an
| occasion like this"
Business at Standstlll
Business was at a standstill to-
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