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the crowning glory of a glorious day 
WHEN YOU WENT TO THE FAIR 
A September Day at a Real, Old-Fashioned County Fair, 
the Event 
BY ROSCOE 
ON’T sneer at the good, 
old-fashioned times. 
Back in ‘“Those Days” 
when you were young, 
for a month in ad- 
vance you planned 
your trip to the county 
fair, And why not? 
Wasn’t it the greatest event of the year? 
Wasn’t it the one time above all others to 
show off your horse and buggy to the other 
boys and girls? And if your “ girl’? was not 
proud to go with you—well, she wasn’t like 
most girls, for where is the country maiden 
who does not take pride in a fine rig? In 
fact, your chances of success in taking the 
one of your choice might have largely de- 
pended upon the sort of outfit you were able 
tosecure. As for the girls themselves, why, 
they talked and sewed, sewed and talked. 

of the Year 
BRUMBAUGH 
The old folks worked a little harder, saved a 
few dollars here or there, so they could 
enjoy the luxury of a day or two at the fair. 
Yes, everybody went to the fair in Those 
Days. 
When that long-looked-for autumn morn- 
ing came, the world seemed all golden to 
you. The exhilarating country air, with 
here and there a snatch of summer song, and 
with evidence on every hand of the bountiful 
harvests of the year, all combined to make 
you whistle or sing a livelier tune than usual. 
In anticipation of the coming journey, you 
forgot the drudgery that must be performed 
every morning of the year on the farm. The 
dull and monotonous colors of your imme- 
diate surroundings took on the brightest 
hues, and you completely lost sight of the 
crude and simple things with which your life 
was engaged. It was a triumph when you 
