The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1922-11-16
ST. PATRICK'S FAIR
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as though he had just seen a ghost And
there aso was Jimmie O'Flaherty pran7
Gin up and down, cussin' and yelpin' like
a wild hyena. Pat said he never heard
a human being squeal so much like
frightened pig before in all his life. And
when Jimmie saw that the crowd was
laughing at him and his antics instead of
sympathizing with him, he just went
clean crazy, cursed, and then kicked every
thing in sight, including his stove-pipe
hat. Well, Jimmie wont be at the Fair
tonight, for he just ran to the depot and
took the afternoon train to Metropolis,
swearing that if it's the last thing he ever
done, he'd have that niger in Jail for
malpractice"
Before Mrs. Darlington could control her
laughter and speak, the talkative Mrs. Nc
Guinnis resumed: Chat man Rogan
amt got no sense anyhow. Pat went in
there to get shaved last week, and that
BARRIERS razor was so dull it nearly pulled
my mans whiskers out by the roots. By
the time Rogan had shaved one side of
his face, Pat had stood it as long as he
could. He jumped out of the chair as
though bomb had exploded under him,
swore, and said: That id razor pulls
like sim Rogan looked like a simpleton,
but merely remarked, 4 dom see what yo
all got to kick about. Yo' don't got to do
de pullin.' Pat says that nigger's brains
must be unlocked, and that he hopes Jim
mie does make good his threat to send him
to jail"
Quite out of breath by having thus de-
livered her little Grafton, Mrs. McGuinnis
arose, and waving aside Mrs. Barrington's
protest at so short visit, betook herself
onward to her next call.
Great preparations had been made to
make this seasons Fair the biggest and
most successful yet given. Indeed, it was
to be a combination of the usual Fair with
the addition of several new and unique
money getting and amusement features
q
"The Old Maids Convention" basket
social, and numerous other amusements all
of which were to be followed by the stellar
event of the evening, the big dance The
village ladies, without respect to church
utilization, had, for weeks past, been en-
gagged in sewing, quilting, canning, pick
ch,1rp in fOr he
big event. Even the village stores, as well
as those of nearby towns, had been
thoroughly canvassed for the contribution
of many and various articles to be sold,
ratified, or fshed for in the fish pond.
Mrs. Murphy, the village hotel pro-
prietress, was also the proud possessor of a
hundred or so Plymouth Rocks, kept chief
ly for the purpose of supplying her
Eoarders with eggs, while the inevitable
hams were obtained by the raising of a
number of pigs which were also kept near
by. While the odors from said pigs, along
with the incessant grunts and squeals
emanatng therefrom, had caused, in days
past, considerable talk and grumbling upon
the part of neighbors and townspeople,
Mrs. Murphy had always succeeded in
keeping her sly and its occupants I'M
molested. Until now it had become rather
a fixture of the town, and Mrs. Murphy's
constant menu of ham and eggs was al
most proverbial. Therefor when the jolly
and buxom hotel mistress announced her
intention of serving supper of ham and
eggs as five o'clock opening for the Fair,
and donating the entire receipts thereof,
her offer was gladly accepted.
In due time, the villagers, as well as
myself and the Barringtons, arrived at the
hall. Here we were greeted by door
keeper who, being in charge of platform
scale, proceeded to weigh up all corners.
and charged admission at the rate of one
cent per pound over and above one hun
dred pounds. Total admission not to exceed