Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . The Tank Town Troupers. ^UT, just a minute, sport. This tale also hassomethin to do with another band of wan-derin blackface minstrels that invaded thebucolic bailiwick of Solon—up yonder inNorthern Iowa—about thirty years ago, byrequest, for one consecutive night. Thatwas long before it became necessary forour leadin citizens to study chemistry andlearn the distillers trade. Of course, nearly every male citizenover twenty years of age in any respectable community, atsome time in his career, has felt the bite of the minstrel bug,and
Them was the good old days, in Davenport, Scott County Iowa . The Tank Town Troupers. ^UT, just a minute, sport. This tale also hassomethin to do with another band of wan-derin blackface minstrels that invaded thebucolic bailiwick of Solon—up yonder inNorthern Iowa—about thirty years ago, byrequest, for one consecutive night. Thatwas long before it became necessary forour leadin citizens to study chemistry andlearn the distillers trade. Of course, nearly every male citizenover twenty years of age in any respectable community, atsome time in his career, has felt the bite of the minstrel bug,and under the mellowin influence of time he fancies he hasbeen a regular performer. Davenport has growed a big cropof minstrel artists in the past forty years. On that occasion, Solons population was closin in onthe four-figure mark and sproutin city airs. One live wireof that burg, Seth Smith, allowed it was time to build anopry house, and, by jing, he went and done it. When it wasfinished and the benches set in place, it needed some sceneryto give it a t
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