Echoes of the Cut Glass Convention, Fry tid bits

ECHOES OF THE CUT GLASS CONVENTION.

THE Lavish entertainment extended to the members of the Cut Glass Association through the generosity of Henry C. Fry will never be forgotten. The programme was carried out on schedule time, and there was not a dull minute.

Jamestown is twenty miles from Point Chautauqua, and the nearest barber is located at Jamestown. Point Chautauqua is "bone dry." Jamestown is not. It was noticed that some men had a clean shave all the time.

R, W, Murphy made a hit as a humorist. He kept the crowd at his table in a roar of laughter at every meal.

The sail on the boat was delightful. Only a few knew that had it not been for Mr. Fry, who chanced to be in the pilot house at an opportune moment, the steamer would have grounded on a shoal. The helmsman was making his first trip and did not know of its existence. As it was, the keel touched the sand, but got off before damage was done.

Dave Denton as master of ceremonies was the biggest kind of a success. Next to Mr. Fry the company owed to him much of the pleasure they enjoyed. He was everywhere at once, resourceful at all times, saw to everybody's comfort, and won praise from all.

"Mr. Tuthull, allow me to present Mr. Tuthill and Mrs. Tuthill," was an introduction between people of the same name, but who never met before. Mrs. Tuthill is the only woman in the country, so far as known, who conducts a glass-cutting shop. In our report last week her name erroneously appeared as Tuttle.

That band is a corker. Not only did it play well, but it played most of the time. On Wednesday it began at 10 a.m. with a concert; at 2 o'clock it officiated at the opening of the swimming pool; at 3:30 the musicians were at it again for the daylight fireworks; at 8:30 p.m. they again helped out the fireworks; at 10 they played outside the hotel; at 11 they serenaded Mr. Fry at his cottage. Coming back to the hotel, they ushered in the midnight hour, and then walked to a town two miles away to give the inhabitants some music. Having to repass the hotel on their way to another town, they again serenaded the guests. A third place had to be visited and the hotel again repassed before they reached their own domicile; so the guests got another dose before the band finally got to bed at about 5 a.m.

J. Howard Fry was invaluable as an aid to his father in entertaining the guests. Nothing was too arduous for him if it would afford them pleasure, even to plunging into the lake with his street clothes on, as he did at somebody's "dare"; and the automobile rides in his car enjoyed by many of them will be long remembered.