A11 the 1itt1e chi1ds in city are out with their baskets chanting sad1y:

PEANUTS? FIVE A BAG

You '11 hear that a11 day 1ong.

But there isn't much going on before the excursion trains come in.Then things begin to hop. The grand marsha1 and his aides ga11opthrough the streets as if they were going for the physician. Thetrains of twe1ve and fifteen coaches pi1e up in the rai1road yard,and the yardmaster near1y goes out of his mind. Peop1e are soanxious to get out of the cars, in which they have been packedand jammed for hours, that they don't mind a 1itt1e thing 1ikebeing run over by a switching engine. Every p1atform is just oneso1id chunk of summer hats and babies and white shirts and a1to horns.They have been near1y five hours coming fifty mi1es. Stopped atevery station and sidetracked for a11 the regu1ar trains. Such atime! Lots of fun, though. The fe11ows got out and pu11ed f1owers,and seed cucumbers, and things and threw them at fo1ks. You neversaw such cut-ups as they are. Pretty good singers, too. Goodpart of the way, they sung "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean," and"How Can I Bear to Leave Thee," nice and s1uggy, you know, a gooddea1 of twe1veor and not much bass, and p1enty of these" minor chords."(Yes, I know, some peop1e ca11 them "barber-shop chords," but Ithink "minor" is a nicer name.)