The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 25, 1903, Page 15

NN T INSTALLMENT HE county fair at Pumpkinton was held a week ago, And hosts of fruit and wvegetable folks were present at the show. The committee on arrangements, whose head was Pippin proud, Bpared neither cash nor energy to amuse the jolly crowd. The rich and dazzlin g Floral Hall was like a paradise With its wealth of dainty handiwork and things so very nice. Among the fine exhibits was a quilt by Grandma Prune, Which was by far the craziest thing shown there in many a moon. Among the jams and marmalades that occupied great space Were the best things that could be produced by the housewives of this race. A combination salad—made of clover tops and grass— Won & prize and brought great comfort to old A.unul Sassafras. Machinery Hall was visited by almost every one, And the exhibits there were quite the best e’er seen in Pumpkinton. o v i S MEETS s oy AN lFHE Y Balloon ascensions every day were made by Damson Plum, Who said the high and dangerous flights were the jolliest sort of fun. But the feature of the county fair was a special running race, In which three hobby horses fine fairly flew through space. Crookneck Squash, the lumbering one, rode a frisky dapple-gray, THE FUNDAY CALL, / 2z And he used his whip so much, ’tis said, that his racer ran away. Cool-headed Johnnie Gherkin was the jookl.y on another, And his riding brought great pleasure to his idolizing mt_hor, Astride the other speedy colt—a charming chestnut bay— ‘Was the eager little Sugar Pear in colors bright and gay. When Judge Carrot shouted “Gol” the excitement was intense, And Crookneck’s gelding reared andpranced and tried to jump a fence. While the fractious M'll“mmfiw,”th -c&\‘tputnt That Crookneck saw his chances fade and felt sure he must be last. Down the track the leading colts came tearing neck and neck, ‘With old Crookneck left so far behind he looked much like a speck. But when the final stretch was reached the leaders tripped and fell And threw their riders over their heads in a way that I can’t tell. m‘@h;runudnu(lumrl‘nnv‘flmwu‘)g-tbm CODYRIGHT =5, BEN, M“CUTCHEON 15 OPYRICGHT 1903 L L W. G.CHAPMAN =104 0ld Crookneck saw his one last chance and gave his horse & whack, The dapple-gray sped toward the wire like a streak of lightning blus, The heavy jockey keeping cool and riding good and trus. The fallen riders tried to resume, but their horses would not stand, And Crookneck Squash rushed under the wire to the music of the band, siaiteive o o afgndi G e @ e o @ Itgrlwumo,pofi,hhnmmtthojyymdn_ymm And the ones that caused the trouble should have beem guickly tanned and tarred. Mwydmmmlfnhgmoymgosflle,wh,nm&, Picked a quarrel with little Pepper red, a sweet and harmless youth, ¢ After a desperate mix-up, in which Tomato was badly maimed, Young Garlic was roughly rushed to jail and befors a judge arraigned. nammwu spend & month or two in a dungeon dark and drear, ‘Where the solitude and spooklings chilled his heart with greatest fear. ?nrmu,;muw found, was so seriously mashed and bruised That the doctors put him in a jar and to all admittance refused. The m!!em;mh, grew worse and worse, and the doctors gave up hope, +nd in connection with young Garlic the populace talked of rope. Tomato went to pleces before they strung the miserable wretch up, hdmdmm-fldlfiwdflfl’.mu”d“km" The committee on arrangements made plans a later day To holdlb-.hl{;mm&mdnmdm-uhflq. m-dodddfinmm:bdlhmpo-d of players lean udmfumamflmmudnm-pm other team. The committes chose old Water Melon to wear a captain’s cap, And old Water Melon said that he would drive the lean team off the map. Tommy Parsnip, slim and tall, was to lead the other nine, And these selections, said every one, were wise and good and fine. The committes named as umpire the Honorable Grandpa Prune, Wh didn’t know the difference between a baseball and the mooa.