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Identifier: outing51newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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t more fun to cheer on some horse you helter-skelter rush homeward in the twi-light when the white ribbon of highwaywhich climbs the autumn hills, is all aclat-ter with the wagons, buggies and carryallsof the folks bound homeward from the fair.There is much good horseflesh along thiscountryside, and the young man who hastaken his best girl to the fair is not inclinedto take the dust of his neighbors teams,especially when he has hitched up thesorrel colt to make its formal debut at thisyears fair. The up-to-date State Exposi-tion, advertises all manner of eveningamusements, from fireworks to open airtheaters, but our old-fashioned fair used toend with daylight. We sang Seeing NellyHome, and My Bonny Lies Over theOcean, as we drove home in the shadows,and maybe we did hold her hand. And Iwant to know if it wasnt a great deal morefun to end the day in this way than to hangaround the fair grounds until midnightlooking at cheap shows and getting so leg-weary that all the pleasure was gone?
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THE YARNS OF A TRAVELER BY VANCE THOMPSON ILLUSTRATED BY WILL CRAWFORD ONE of the big liners was steamingoversea, out of the white winterof New York into the blue of Na-ples. It was a lazy afternoon; the Azoreswere fading out of sight over the clear-cutrim of the horizon; some of the passengers—those who liked each other—had drawntheir chairs up in a friendly circle on deck(aft of the smoking room) and were dis-cussing things. They were not all negligi-ble men. One of them was a professor outof Boston, a Darwinian person. I dare sayyou know that kind of men, who adopt asystem—merely because it is the mode, andothers do it; just as weak-minded fellowswhen they are in company at a cafe drinkwhether they are thirsty or not. Therewas another man from Boston; he stated that he wrote for the Atlantic Monthly—seeming to consider it at once a justifica-tion for wearing a beard and a profession.There were three priests going up to Rome—Father Dunne from Chicago (cousin, he,of our won

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