Bring on your pumpkins, and let us celebrate.

The Punkin Editor (W. J. Skidmore) and his new wife were on vacation in the East, so editor D. R. Baker stepped up to the plate to wax rhapsodic about the upcoming 1901 Skidmore Punkin Show. We present his article from the September 20, 1901 Standard, page 1, in all its glory.

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The Skidmore “Punkin Show” is indeed and in truth what its name signifies, a “Punkin Show.” Instituted in the interest of the “Granger” the “tiller of the soil” the “Punkin Husker,” the men who caused this country to “blossom as the rose” and made it what it is, a veritable “Paradise of man.” It is exceeding fitting then, that we celebrate this occasion with exhibits, the fruit of their toil.

Other towns have their “Street Fairs,” their “Blow Outs,” their “Jamborees,” with their “Houchee Couchee” shows and all kinds of street fakirs to beguile the people of their money. But the business men of Skidmore have thought differently, and have subscribed in large amounts both in cash and merchandise as free gifts to the “Horny handed” farmers who have produced from the Virgin soil of Mother Earth in this “Garden of Eden” of ours, the products of nature’s best gifts.

And now it only remains with the farmer to bring in his exhibits, claim his reward, and success will crown our efforts.

The Punkin Show will be what the citizens of Skidmore, Monroe township, and surrounding country make it. Its development, its thorough equipment, its usefulness, its greatness, depend largely upon the interest the public may take and the patronage extended. It should be the greatest institution of the kind in the whole country. The fertility of our soil, the great variety of our products, the progressive character of our citizenship and the worthy cause of the institution should warrant a successful future to these meetings and usefulness to the country’s industrial interest.

That portion of the state known as Northwest Missouri is pre-eminently the corn, fruit, vegetable and blue grass region of the state. Nodaway county is the banner county, and Monroe township is the garden spot of the county. With its diversified prairies, rich valleys, wide expanse of living verdure, cultivated gardens, shady groves, belts of timber, fertile fields, emerald meadows and beautiful landscape, you can behold here a country fit for the dwelling of the Gods.

It is here where the sky is purest azure, and the forest nature’s green, where the prairie meets the woodland, and the earth is clothed in sheen, where the “pumpkins” grow the biggest and the grazing herds are prime. — This is Monroe townships picture as it looks in simple rhyme. Then is it not fitly proper that we should exhibit our products and celebrate the event of this land of “milk and honey,” in this, the corn belt of the world.

To be sure we have had a dry year, an exceedingly dry one — amounting even to a drought in more unfortunate sections of the country — but after all our farmers have plenty and to spare. Bring on your pumpkins, bring on your corn and let us celebrate.

Never since the world was born was there a crop so nice as corn, its green stalks keep the cows in milk; and when its other joys are ripe, the corn is made into a pipe. In thinking all these virtues o’er we’re glad Columbus sought this shore.
D. R. B.