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Show OPEN AIR MEETING. On Sunday evening last, on Third street, opposite the north entrance to Tabernacle Square, a numerously attended and very enthusiastic open air meeting was held. Our ubiquitous reporter soon became assured that it was not a worshipping [worshiping] assembly, for sacred things were not mentioned in a very reverential tone. He next thought it might be a mass meeting called to debate the school question, vote a subsidy for the Utah & Wyoming railroad, or "resolve" to build a threatre [theater]; but the proceedings were rather too unparliamentary for such an assembly. As he approached nearer, his wonder increased. What could such a din, on Sunday night mean? The moon looked down and disclosed a motley crowd, mostly young people. Some were singing, some shouting, others jumping about, others hallooing, while boys and girls were wrestling and yelling and raising a rumpus only equaled by the racket of a Comanche ??? company on a spree, or a horde of Umamyum? Umumyum? Hottentots on their grand jamboree that comes off only once every century. Shortly before midnight the choir sang, the boys yelled, the girls hollered, to be heard from here to Wellsville, more or less, there was for a moment, even a louder din than usual, and this extraordinary assemblage of noise, confusion, hilarity and bedlamism [bedlam] dispersed to their several places of abode, happy, it is hoped, in having let off steam enough to run a thousand locomotives across the continent. |