Morgans Grove Fair Experience

The weather was auspicious for Morgan’s Grove Fair. Good showers, preceding the opening day freshened the foliage of the trees and laid the dust, and there was no inclemency to mar the pleasure of the visitors– of whom there were thousands, and a large proportion of them pretty, well-dressed, happy-looking young women and matrons, and stalwart men. It is needless to remark that “we” were there– and speak from observation. The exhibits of stock, machinery, fruits, ladies’ handiwork, etc., were creditable. The dog show was excellent, and the “fakirs” were present in numbers, and almost every fellow had a slot machine sized to a nickel, nothing more nor less.– Dining booths were numerous and ice-cold lemonade and pop obtained to an extent that brought on a thirst for–for–Morgan Spring water that kept a stream of people headed toward the gnarled roots of the old trees whose umbrageous branches, more than a hundred years ago, shaded the spot from which the minute men took their historic bee-line-march to Boston.