The Masque Ball at Yellow Sulphur Springs
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Title
The Masque Ball at Yellow Sulphur Springs
Subject
Nonfiction
Creator
[Unknown]
Source
http://addison.vt.edu/record=b1775388~S1
Publisher
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University
Date
September, 1875
Contributor
Ashley Hughes, Lindsey Macdonald
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Permission to publish images from The Gray Jacket must be obtained from Special Collections, Virginia Tech.
Format
Text
Language
English
Type
Information
Identifier
LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.1, no.3 (Sept. 1875), p.1-8
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The Masque Ball which took place at the Yellow Sulphur Springs on the evening of the 3d of September, was quite a success.
It opened at 81/2 P.M., and continued until 12 M. There were about forty dressed in masques; some as nuns, some as clowns, others as paupers, and still others that we could not tell what they represented. They looked more like hyenas and the d---- than any thing else. There were a great many spectators who seemed to enjoy the elegant dancing and trying to recognize their friends. After the masque was over every one returned to the ball-room to enjoy a nice set, and to talk over what had passed during the evening. It was then we could see their real faces. There were certainly some very pretty ladies at the Yellow, especially Miss M---- and Miss S----, both of whom we think are from Richmond.
We have thus far spoken of the ball, &c., but now we want to say a few words about our trip to and from the Springs. We had a very nice time going down, but it is not to be compared with coming back. Some of our party were for fast driving, and fast driving we did do--up hill--down hill--into mud-holes--on we went, checked up for nothing. We were going so fast when we had gotten about half way, that some of our friends became very much frightened, and commenced pleading for slow time, but on we went. Mr. C. said we would all be killed if we did not stop such driving, and "for God's sake to stop," but the driver heeded not, and at last poor Mr. C. became so mad that he turned around and said, "d---- it, if you will break our necks, go it." There was another poor fellow in the crowd who said every now and then, " please remember us going down the hills." He seemed to think that was the only danger, and reminded the driver of it every few minutes, but on we went making as fast time as Billy Mahone does on the A. M. & 0. Railroad, until we arrived in the city of Blacksburg to Mr. C.'s great surprise and relief. Thus ends the Masque Ball, and the long remembered trip commenced with it.
It opened at 81/2 P.M., and continued until 12 M. There were about forty dressed in masques; some as nuns, some as clowns, others as paupers, and still others that we could not tell what they represented. They looked more like hyenas and the d---- than any thing else. There were a great many spectators who seemed to enjoy the elegant dancing and trying to recognize their friends. After the masque was over every one returned to the ball-room to enjoy a nice set, and to talk over what had passed during the evening. It was then we could see their real faces. There were certainly some very pretty ladies at the Yellow, especially Miss M---- and Miss S----, both of whom we think are from Richmond.
We have thus far spoken of the ball, &c., but now we want to say a few words about our trip to and from the Springs. We had a very nice time going down, but it is not to be compared with coming back. Some of our party were for fast driving, and fast driving we did do--up hill--down hill--into mud-holes--on we went, checked up for nothing. We were going so fast when we had gotten about half way, that some of our friends became very much frightened, and commenced pleading for slow time, but on we went. Mr. C. said we would all be killed if we did not stop such driving, and "for God's sake to stop," but the driver heeded not, and at last poor Mr. C. became so mad that he turned around and said, "d---- it, if you will break our necks, go it." There was another poor fellow in the crowd who said every now and then, " please remember us going down the hills." He seemed to think that was the only danger, and reminded the driver of it every few minutes, but on we went making as fast time as Billy Mahone does on the A. M. & 0. Railroad, until we arrived in the city of Blacksburg to Mr. C.'s great surprise and relief. Thus ends the Masque Ball, and the long remembered trip commenced with it.