Picnic Picks from (Possibly) the Nineteenth Pierpont Picnic



Warren Man, Visitor at Picnic, Lived In Pierpont and Was Prominent In County


   Among the many visitors who were at the Pioneer picnic at Russell’s grove on

Friday was the Hon. E. B. Leonard, of Warren, Ohio, who was at one time

prominent in county politics and enjoyed the office of county prosecutor.  Judge

Leonard, as he is known to his best friends, always enjoys this picnic and while

not upon the program, pleased the assemblage more than a little by local

narratives that were more or less familiar to the residents hailing from the

south-eastern part of Pierpont township.  One of the hits of the talk by Mr.

Leonard was of decidedly humorous vein and portrayed his story telling faculty

to the best advantage.  It was relative to a “short distance marathon race” in

which he was the pursued and the reason for the event was occasioned through the

fact that he and a party of boy chums had participated a trifle too freely in

the products of the berry patch of one Morrison, an aged resident of the same

locality who occupied a place of vantage on the platform with the speaker and

enjoyed the narrative hugely.



Old Resident, Very Widely Known, Attended Affair And Had Jolly Time

   While there were large numbers of men in advanced age at the doings at

Russell’s grove Friday, one man in particular was present who enjoyed the

festivities throughout the day.  F. D. Shipman, who has been a resident of the

State Line for years and for whom the old post office near the picnic grounds was

named “Ship” was one of the central figures.  Mr. Shipman is well known by the

dance loving people as his rosined bow drawn deftly across the strings of his

trusty violin has furnished the incentive for thousands of couples to trip the

light fantastic.  Mr. Shipman is not in as good health as has characterized his

many years of usefulness, but for all that he is still one of the most chipper

of  “Old Boys.”

  Another one of his greatest pleasures was to follow the barkings of his hounds

while pursuing big game and it is said that no man in this locality has bagged

such big game.  A shot from his fowling piece usually brought to ground the

object fired at.

More Picnic Picks

   Attorney Gerald Hammond, whose shingle is hanging out at Youngstown, had the  pleasure of renewing old acquaintances during the day.

   Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Colson were interested persons in the picnic.  Mr.

Colson, who hails from Conneaut but now lives at Warren, Ohio, caused all sorts

of annoyance to his wife by his insistence on remaining on the merry-go-round. 

If you don’t believe it, ask Herb.

   One of the happier of the picnic visitors was one H. Barber, who, while in

mature years, never misses this annual event and says, “I enjoy each one


   Many are the extremely funny happenings that occurred during the day, but one

of the most unreasonable and silly outbursts happened to one of the autoists en

route for Conneaut.  The one who was responsible for the outburst was a driver

of a carriage, who wanted all the road and who had a personal dislike for

“houtomobiles” of any kind.  He expressed himself in terms so strong that the

air was blue for several feet.  It is to laugh.

   Dr. C. H. Maloney, wife and daughter of Warren, Ohio, were greeting friends

all day, having driven up in their automobile.

   During the discourse of Judge Leonard the gentleman took occasion to deplore

the money monopoly as it exists today.  “Down with the octopus,” roared the

speaker, who looked right at genial “Bill” Wheeler, who had a distinct corner on

ice cream.  It so surprised Bill that he dropped a cake on his hind foot and was

forced to walk on crutches during the remainder of the day.

   As an added feature to the well prepared program which was rendered, much

interest was aroused by the fact that our friend to the south, Frank Follett,

would osculate with all the babies present under the age of 54.  Mr. Follett is

a brave man, but after 971 of the fairest ones had been so christened, to his

utter dismay he lost his pucker.  No one was more disappointed than he.  But, he

says he will be at the twentieth picnic.

   One lady living on one of the main roads counted 700 teams and carriages

passing a given point during the day.  Some picnic!

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