Sidney Girls on a Tare
Afton Enterprise, July 12, 1888
It was at Middle Bridge that there were first noticed - six as pretty girls as ever started out for a lark. The road machine was at work with three spans of horses drawing it, when the drivers came face to face with the party in a two seated covered wagon drawn by a span of spirited horses. "Give us the road, please," said the fair driver to the road master. "Impossible to give you more than half," was the reply, "we can't leave the furrow." "Give here, sir, we are from Sidney, and don't intend to be imposed upon! If you don't instantly turn out and give us the road we will drive over your machine!" The road master turned pale, hesitated a moment, but a second glance at the compressed lips and the determined air of the fair speaker, satisfied him that she meant business, and turning to his drivers said, "boys, we can't afford to have this machine injured on our hands; turn down here into this meadow and give them the road." "Thank you," said the driver of the carriage, sweetly, "You are the most civil boy we have met this side of Sidney."
On the stone bridge below the mill a young man stood looking down into the dry bed of the creek, six or eight feet below. There was plenty of room for two teams to pass on the bridge, yet that managed to crowd him so close that to save himself he sprang off and sprained his ankle on the stones below. "Are you much hurt?" asked the fair haired girl sympathetically. "We are awfully sorry, but you ought not to have been standing on the bridge when ladies were driving by. We are from Sidney," she added, gently, and the party went on.
The game of ball between the Afton and Sidney nines was about to commence. The keeper of the grand stand was at his post, when six young ladies walking arm in arm presented themselves at the entrance. "Ten cents, please," said he, holding out his hand. Six pair of beautiful eyes were instantly concentrated upon him. "We are from Sidney," said the blonde quietly. The keeper turned pale and involuntarily stepped back, when the six girls walked by and took their seats in the grand stand, leaving him to wonder where he was going to get the sixty cents to make good the deficiency.
About half past five the same day a man was at work on John Carr's flat about forty rods from the road, when he saw a wagon with six young ladies stop in front of a watering trough, and a handkerchief waved frantically toward him. Thinking something was wrong he hastened to the road. "Will you please uncheck our horses so they can drink? The poor beasts have had no water since morning. Thank you; sorry to trouble you. but--we're from Sidney, and away they went.
About six o'clock, Peck Bros. miller was standing on the platform in front of the mill, when a carriage containing six young ladies drove past. The miller thought he never saw six such pretty girls together. two of them were singing soprano, two were singing bass, one alto and one tenor. He could only hear the first verse.
We are six girls from Sidney straight.
The biggest town in New York state.
We started out this morn.
We went to see our Sidney bubs
Knock out the Afton baseball scrubs,
And they did it--(In a horn)
Chorus
O, we're six girls from Sidney straight,
The prettiest girls in N.Y. state
Oh1 oh! oh! oh! No! no!
The biggest town in N.Y. state
The rest of the song was lost in the distance.---Caliban
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