The many sided men above enumerated made it their duty to assist with Customs formalities at the frontier and also assuage the fears of intending passengers trembling at the prospect of meeting in Chicago that much heralded and maligned bugaboo the bunco steerer. It is worthy of remark that while to-day the railroad companies caution and forbid passengers riding on the platforms, thirty-five years ago the travelling public swarmed on that perilous projection, on the steps and quite often took possession of the car roofs with a nonchalance that would make the cold chills play peek-a-boo up and down your spine. How many of the lads and lassies in this year of grace would have the temerity to sally forth, for instance to the London Fair, decorating the top of a flat car rigged up with benches for the occasion? Your fathers and mothers did it. The patronage of the farmer and his brawny sons, who had visions of gang plows and waving wheat, was an important desideratum in that era. Party leaders were “some pumpkins” and they puffed and spat over many a fragrant cheroot while sipping their “ponies” and “bootlegs” in company of expectant agents. Charlie McP---- tells a tale of an exodus of the boys over the trail of the lonesome pine to some silent place near Coboconk where the villagers were to meet them to consult. To introduce the serious talk of tickets, rates and routes, some foreign line spokesman suggested a mild libation all hands round. Agreed! Not to be outdone, his neighbor ordered again something out of the lamp for the lords and laity: partaken ad libitum, in extenso. Now me! It’s your turn, and so the hours wore on, your Uncle Dudley Hayrick taking on his grist at minimum cost, business postponed and county council adjourning to reconsider the tax rate. [Illustration: Honorary Judges, Clinton Fat Stock Show, April, 1912 Two generations pictured beside the Rattenbury House. R. G. MCGRAW, Soo Line; H. E. WATKINS, G.N.R.; W. HOOD, C.N.R.; F. A. NANCEKIVELL, Soo Line; DAVID FORRESTER, Gentleman-Farmer; G. BARNES, W.C.R.; A. J. TAYLOR, C.M. & St. P. R.; HOST JOE, Rattenbury; J. J. ROSE; ROBERT REFORD Co., R. J. S. WEATHERSTON, G.T.R.; F. H. TERRY, G.N.R.; W. JACKSON, C.P.R.; H. MACDOUGALL, G.T.R.; R. MIDDLETON, M.C.R.] CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME As the train slowed down at a busy country station a man excitedly put his head through the open coach window. “A woman in here has fainted,” he cried, “has anyone got any whiskey? Quick!” A philanthropist reached within the recesses of his unmentionables and handed a bottle to the enquirer with an 18 karat thirst. The latter frantically uncorked the flask, put it to his lips and took a noble pull, “Ah”, he sighed, “that’s better, it always did upset me to see a woman faint.”