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Show From Mrs. W. R. Van Horn, D- Soto, Missouri: When girls looked like fiitls; not like boyi, and women wom-en wore hats and glovei and looked look-ed like ladies; and all men tipped their hats to them when meeting on the streets and the paper vendors called out the headlines in all the large cities. How I would like to hear them again, and the sight, common then, of hoboes counting the ties, gentlemen gentle-men of the roads and when Chau-tauquas Chau-tauquas went to small towns with lectures, speakers, music and high class entertainment, and a season ticket took you to hear the best kind of performers. One I shall always remember was called "There Are No Fiddlers In Rome," violinists, yes, but no good old-fashioned fiddlers. And walking three miles to see a baby elephant In a circus parade; pa-rade; and the many wonderful bands they always had. Ringllng Bros., Robinson Bros., Hagenbeck Wallace and Cole Bros., etc. And the many box suppers, pie suppers, hay rides, taffy pulls, spelling bees (they were called spelling matches then), parties where everyone came and you Kt acquainted with young folks from all around and all the new pames, like "cross questions and silly answers" (I loved that), "Miller Boy," "Jacob and Rachel," Ra-chel," "bring back what you borrowed," bor-rowed," and "Skip to my-Lou" and many more. There were guessing games like charades, and then gathering around a piano pi-ano everyone singing or reciting poetry, all contributing to a good time and some were better comedians than those on the stages now. I remember torch light parades at election time, McKinley gold hats, Bryan silver hats and county fairs, and still have a blue and red ribbon won on jelly at one. Rend contributions e this csluma to Ths Old Timer, Community Prtss Service, Box S, Frankfsrt, Ken(kf. |