The Pig in a Poke 



which occasion the south end of the 

 main thoroughfare presents a scene 

 with which few of the present gen- 

 eration of Americans have any famil- 

 iarity. 



"Fair" day is a real gala day in this 

 community. From early morn till 

 dewy eve the trafficking and gossiping 

 and beer-getrinking goes on, and in the 

 meantime a considerable business — 

 made up largely of the buying and 

 selling of everything you can imagine 

 in the line of farm products from 

 goose eggs to spavined, string-halt 

 horses — is transacted. Itinerant ven- 

 dors of peanuts, "pop" and pink 

 lemonade establish themselves just 

 around the corner at the crossings 

 nearest the heart of the day's doings. 

 The farm folk straggle into town, some 

 of them the night before, and all the 

 rest at early dawn, and you know when 

 you see the live stock put in offer that 

 you are not dealing with readers or 

 students of The Breeder's Gazette. 



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