I'm putting this in the Civilian discussion because it is prewar. I guess it goes to show that anything can be fun after a sufficient number of lager beers, especially in San Antonio.
ALAMO EXPRESS [San Antonio, TX], September 1, 1860, p. 3, c. 2
The Olymp.—On any night of the week if you happen to strole [sic] down [illegible] street, you will be greeted with the enlivening strains of a hand organ, proceeding from an establishment with the above sign on it. The building is devoted to the lovers of "lager beer" and an occasional "hop" takes place in the upper rooms. But if you neither wish to take a whirl in the German waltz or "wet your whistle" you can step into the back yard and look at the hobby-horse performance, which will cost you nothing unless you are silly enough to straddle one of the "fiery steeds" and try your luck at stringing a couple of rings on an iron poker. Night after night is this "hobby-horse" arrangement resorted to, and affords an easy and simple mode to our people for throwing away their surplus and unnecessary dimes. The "Olymp" is one of our varieties, but in its performances present the same variety every night, especially the "hobby-horse" department,--the "artistic" gentleman from Italy "grinds" us the same tunes over and over again, and the "steeds" never deviate from their circle, which we must call the "magic circle" as it congregates the humble, the proud, the rich and the poor about it nightly—there must be a charm that we can't see. Truly is man a simple being chasing bubbles on life's current. The wise and the simple ride their hobbies.
ALAMO EXPRESS [San Antonio, TX], September 10, 1860, p. 3, c. 4
The Olymp.—Continues to be extensively patronised. The other evening we dropped in to hear Norma by the "artistic Italian," when we were astonished to see so great a crowd gathered around the "magic circle." Among the incidents which amused us were: One individual decidedly on his head, whether in consequence of the circular movement or from a little of the "ardent" we know not, at any rate as "fuddled" was this gentleman that he missed the ring board entirely and speared the "knight of the rings" which his knightship took as decidedly personal, but our dizzy friend was allowed to live and went on in his mad chase after pleasure, gallantly sitting his fiery steed. Another individual decidedly exhilerated [sic], was singing—
"I'm racing, I'm racing,
My home is the bound,
And Boshard's [?] swift hobbies
Shall carry me round."
Vicki Betts
vbetts@gower.net
ALAMO EXPRESS [San Antonio, TX], September 1, 1860, p. 3, c. 2
The Olymp.—On any night of the week if you happen to strole [sic] down [illegible] street, you will be greeted with the enlivening strains of a hand organ, proceeding from an establishment with the above sign on it. The building is devoted to the lovers of "lager beer" and an occasional "hop" takes place in the upper rooms. But if you neither wish to take a whirl in the German waltz or "wet your whistle" you can step into the back yard and look at the hobby-horse performance, which will cost you nothing unless you are silly enough to straddle one of the "fiery steeds" and try your luck at stringing a couple of rings on an iron poker. Night after night is this "hobby-horse" arrangement resorted to, and affords an easy and simple mode to our people for throwing away their surplus and unnecessary dimes. The "Olymp" is one of our varieties, but in its performances present the same variety every night, especially the "hobby-horse" department,--the "artistic" gentleman from Italy "grinds" us the same tunes over and over again, and the "steeds" never deviate from their circle, which we must call the "magic circle" as it congregates the humble, the proud, the rich and the poor about it nightly—there must be a charm that we can't see. Truly is man a simple being chasing bubbles on life's current. The wise and the simple ride their hobbies.
ALAMO EXPRESS [San Antonio, TX], September 10, 1860, p. 3, c. 4
The Olymp.—Continues to be extensively patronised. The other evening we dropped in to hear Norma by the "artistic Italian," when we were astonished to see so great a crowd gathered around the "magic circle." Among the incidents which amused us were: One individual decidedly on his head, whether in consequence of the circular movement or from a little of the "ardent" we know not, at any rate as "fuddled" was this gentleman that he missed the ring board entirely and speared the "knight of the rings" which his knightship took as decidedly personal, but our dizzy friend was allowed to live and went on in his mad chase after pleasure, gallantly sitting his fiery steed. Another individual decidedly exhilerated [sic], was singing—
"I'm racing, I'm racing,
My home is the bound,
And Boshard's [?] swift hobbies
Shall carry me round."
Vicki Betts
vbetts@gower.net
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