This is a part two of a two part transcription of a story that was published in the St. Louis Globe Democrat on 5-8-1927 Butcher Town Continued - part II of two parts W.D. Grant, a leading citizen of Butcher Town was regarded as arbiter of all disputes that arose there and was consulted in difficulties much more than the courts were. His slaughterhouse was the scene of many conferences and he was highly regarded. "In those days," Raining declares, "each fellow had money in his pocket. It was seldom that a butcher would go around with $200 or $300. They paid cash for everything and got cash for their meats. It was easy to borrow from a friend and they didn't want notes or interest like they do now." Lots of beer was drunk then too. When the butchers would get through with their killing, the saying would be "Well, let's go up and take one." and that was an invitation that never met a refusal. There was a garden at Taylor and Easton which was much frequented in the evenings and where steins were frequently emptied. But the butcher didn't have long at night to linger over his stein. The day started at 2 a.m., when the butcher arose, hitched his horses to his big wagon and drove off for the market place. Meat was not sold at stores throughout the city then, but all butchers were required to offer their product at Union, Biddle and Roundtop markets. Charles W. Ziegenbalg is another factor in the Butcher Town life. His place of business at Cote Brilliante and Vandeventer occupies the site of what was once a big pond. Here the butchers used to dump much of their waste. But the pond wasn't good for much else but skating in the winter time. Heavy rains usually made of it a nuisance and finally the butchers decided to drain it on east. But a river captain who had retired and settled down in a cottage near the water objected that the draining would despoil his property and a near approach to warfare resulted. For the fiery captain barricaded himself in the cottage with a couple of shotguns and threated to destroy all the butchers. The latter were unafraid, however and one night assembled and beat upon his cottage in such a determined manner that all the bluster was taken out of him. The pond eventually was drained through Mobdell (????) pipes to a sewer at Grand Ave. In the days of the World's Fair in St. Louis and for a long time thereafter, the Rough Riders, an organization of the younger men in Butcher Town played a more or less important and spectacular part in its affairs. This was an organization of youths in the uniform affected by T. Roosevelt's famous followers. All were mounted on fiery steeds and frequent were the parades in which they participated. Being a beneficent organization they always took part in funerals: but its riders showed to most advantage when participating in Labor Day, Fourth of July and other processions. Everybody had a horse or two. Instead of the automobile, which has now displaced it, the horse-drawn buggy was the accepted vehicle of courting and many were the ornamental rigs maintained in the district. Many had saddle and buggy horses but it was not uncommon either to see the animals which hauled the meat to the market dashing around in the evening with boy and girl side by side. But Butcher Town is now is not the Butcher Town of old. Perhaps a more fitting name in these times would be packing town, for the little places have grown to large ones and now the output of one of the packing houses will exceed many times the entire output of the 50 butchers who killed for their own trade. But the traditions and recollections of friendly living still prevail out there and this community still stands forth as distinctive among the many that make up St. Louis." end of story Diane Shaw Hillsboro, MO