This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: farwellwalter Surnames: Brown, Cromwell, Marble, Barnard, Cozand, Bonwell, Etling, Cowles, Searles, McComb, Mann, Hurley, Davis, Rockwell, Van Eaton, Coacher, Bogan, Roberts, Murray, Blackman, Wyatt, Study, Paul Classification: lookup Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.northam.usa.states.iowa.counties.fremont/7430/mb.ashx Message Board Post: THE FREMONT COUNTY HERALD. April 22, 1926. "Echoes From The Past".-- The other day D. W. Brown handed us some documents faded with age that tell of the glories of the past. One of these documents is an invitation to a grand cotillion party at the Cromwell House in Sidney on Wednesday evening, November 18, 1868. Managers were Henry Marble, Jacob Barnard and Wood Cozand and the floor managers were Alf Bonwell and Thomas Etling. Tickets, including the supper, were to cost $2.50. The other document is not quite as old and the names printed thereon will be remembered by many of the older Sidney residents. This is also an invitation to the opening of the quadrille season at Library Hall, Sidney, on Friday evening, September 10, 1880. Music was furnished by the Prof. C. A. Cowles string band. The floor managers were John W. Surles, William McComb, John Mann, A. S. Hurley and W. T. Davis. The committee on inviations was comprised of men from five towns: SIDNEY: D. W. Brown, A. S. Rockwell, Joe Van Eaton, James Coacher HAMBURG: P. P. Brown, C. P. Bogan RIVERTON: William Roberts, James Murray RANDOLPH: W. Blackman, Jess Wyatt PLUM HOLLOW: Lon Study, Walter Paul. Of the twenty four dances on the program, thirteen were quadrilles, one being ladies choice. The program also included four waltzes, three schottisches, one polka, one varsouvienne, a fireman's dance and a circillion circle. There are many of the older folks, who, on reading the above, will be moved to exclaim that "them were the good old days." They will all tell you that the old dances were the eel's earrings and that the Charleston is the bunk because you have to be a knock-kneed cripple to do it right. In these days of hectic jazz and hot stuff it is with a sigh of regret, that we acknowledge the passing of the days of real sport, yet with a hope that they will some day return. Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.