Traveling With a Troupe

By Putt Mossman, Photography by Unknown

As the lengthening shadows of eucalyptus and palm betokened the approaching end of a most interesting day, sicklers began to forget the intellectual side of things. It was then that Gold Gulch took on a new color with the multishades of many club sweaters. The walls of the small arroyo echoed the laughter of a new and truly hearty crowd of riders, and auxiliarites. Even the wiles of Gold Gulch Goldie were sung in more lusty fashion by the gifted gent with the swinging cane. More than once a bright sweater was seen to dash for the doorway in Goldie’s Place, only to stop, as it were, in mid-progress while the stern face and the strong arm of wife or sweetheart turned attention to the turtle race or the cane ringing counter.

All exhibits closed at 10 o’clock. The Midway continued to blaze until the smaller hours. It was an Aurora of light amid floods which bathed the gorgeous natural scenery of Balboa Park in all the more subdued colors.

Finally, and in most cases regretfully, the fraternity started the homeward trek. Indeed, it had been a fine day, tho’ a different day.

By Putt Mossman
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