Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 22, Number 99, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 August 1901 — It Was a Great Parade. [ARTICLE]

It Was a Great Parade.

The circus parade took place about 10:30 Tuesday morning. The route was east on Washington street from Division to Cullen, north on Cullen to Cornelia, west to Front, north again to Washington, and east on Washington to Division. This took the whole parade past the Republican office twice, while no other newspaper office got it that close even once. Stilb we bear our honors meekly. It was a great parade, the greatest circus street parade ever seen in Rensselaer, we are confident. There were 118 horses in the parade, 72 ponies, 6 mules, 4 elephants and 4camels; and wagons vans, chariots, band wagons, clowns, calliopes and cages, world without end. Clowns in costumes queer, ladies irp racing chariots, other ladies on horse back, all riding side-saddles that took in both sides of the horses; wild beasts in cages, striped, spotted and tawney; wild boars from Africa that could outrun the still wilder niggers, a great leviathan, lolling in a tank of water; a big cage of great snakes in which -also rode a handsome lady, whose plump and shapely tight-covered limbs must have been a Sore tempation to any hungry repitle. Ah it was great! And may we all live to see many returns of Indiana’s great and only Wallace shows. Too Hard For Landis to Land. Charley Landis of Delphi, hohk ed a sea bass, some time ago, and found it harder to land than his first nomination for Congress; or will find the nomination for Governor, when he tackles it. He thus relates the incident: “I am not an expert fisherman, but while in California I went out with a guide on the ocean to fish for sea trout. I had the fortune or misfortune to get a strike with one of these monsters that would have weighed over 150 pounds. I fought with the fellow for five hours and had him up against the boat several times only to have him shoot away just as the guide’s gaff was about to fall. Finally the line wore out by constant running through the reel, parted and my fish was gone. Then I collapsed, being worn completely out. I had been buoyed up by excitement of the thing long after my real power was exhausted, and when I reached shore I had to be helped out of the boat. The next morning I was so sore that an employee of the hotel had to dress me and my torti hands were weeks in healing. lam not going after sea-trout again soon.”