Charley Wells had both the depot 'buses out with "County FAIR"
painted on muslin hung on the sides. The Cornet Band rode all round
town in one, and so on over to the "scene of the festivities" as
the Weekly Examiner very aptly put it, and then both 'buses stood
out in front of the American House, waiting for passengers, with
Dinny Enright calling out: "This sway t' the Fair Groun's! Going
RIGHT over!" Only he always waited till he got a good load before
he turned a wheel. (Dinny's foreman at the chair factory now. Did
you know that? Doing fine. Gets $15 a week, and hasn't drunk a
drop for nearly two years.)
Everybody goes the middle day of the Fair, everybody that you
ever did know or hear tell of. You'll be going along, kind of
half-listening to the man selling Temperance Bitters, and denouncing
the other bitters because they have "al-cue-hawl" in them, and
"al-cue-hawl will make you drunk," (which is perfectly true), and
kind of half-listening to the man with the electric machine,
declaring: "Ground is the first conductor; water is the second
conductor," and you'll be thinking how slippery the grass is to
walk on, when a face in the crowd will, as it were, sting your
memory. "I ought to know that man," says you to yourself. "Now,
who the mischief is he? Barker? No, 't isn't Barker, Barkdull?
No.
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