Picnic Picks from (Possibly) the Nineteenth Pierpont Picnic

LEONARD WELL KNOWN

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

Politics

   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.

SHIPMAN WAS THERE

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 better.”

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!