THE BROCKTON FAIR.
The Second Day’s Attendance was 35,000.
The second day of the 20th annual fair of the Brockton Agricultural Society opened with cloudy weather. At 1 o’clock the 7,000 seats in the grand stand were disposed of and speculators sold a few tickets at a premium. By 3 o’clock it was estimated that were 35,000 people on the grounds.
The track was in fairly good condition, though a trifle heavy. Many tally-hos and drags from Boston were on the grounds.
The special track event of the day was the exhibition mile of Mrs. F. H. Winch, who holds tho world’s record for one mile for lady drivers, made at Glens Falls in August—2:12 1/4. She drove her pacer Major Wonder, today, to beat the record, and made the mile in 2:19 1/2
One of the features today was the exhibition of the horseless carriage owned by George H. Morrill Jr of Norwood on the track. It is expected that there will be some lively bicycle racing seen tomorrow. Many local men will be in the one-mile open and the two-mile handicap.
Apr. 15, 1896 Boston Daily Advertiser Volume: 167 , Issue: 90
Norwood, Apr, 14.-Some time next month tile first horseless carriage in this region will probably make Its appearance at the residence of Mr. G. H. Morrill, Jr. The carriage is ordered and expected in a few weeks. It will be run by power generated from gasoline and will add one more feature to the already attractive country home of its owner. There is a spirited rivalry within this pretty little town among the very wealthy residents of the place to the matter of residential seats.
Standing on a prominence, higher than any other in the country round about the centre of a beautiful, velvety lawn, surrounded by seven acres of the same grassy carpet like a vast Wilton of emerald hue, is Mr. Morrill’s castle, built to please Mrs, Morrill and himself, with no others in consultation.
The house is built of field-stone, every one of 12 000 perch was taken from the land on which the house was built, and that surrounding it.
The architecture is of the old Holland style and Is strikingly picturesque and artistic as well, both inside and outside.
It contains 23 rooms, 10 of which are bedrooms, notwithstanding there are only three in Mr. Morrill’s family, yet this big house is not too big, for Mr. Morrill entertains many friends this house and his hospitality knows no bounds, as the Boston club and certain members of the A. H. A. can testify.
The stable at the Pines is not the least of the splendid estate. It cost.$15,00.and is a marvel of simplicity and beauty as far as stables go.
Like the house, it is built of field-stone and designed in the style of the Hollands in the 18th century. it Is 108 ft. long and the street floor is divided into a carriage house, a washroom and a stable.
It is finished in spruce, natural, with a coating of shellac. The floors are made of Portland cement. It is lighted by gas, which, by the way, is made by the Morrills’ at their Ink factory and furnished to tile town; the gas is lighted by an electrics arrangement. No matches are allowed in the stable.
The carriage room contains a spider phaeton, a cabriolet, a coupe, a brake, several Goddards and other carriages. New vehicles are expected in a few days for use during the summer. The harness case is 15 ft. long and is glass-enclosed. Within are a dozen or more harnesses, and among them is a double, sliver mounted, imported harness, which cost $300.
The basement is provided with traps and drains, also in the interest of cleanliness. Mr. Morrill built a $3000 house for the groom, Alec, which many people in the little town would be glad to live in had they the luck. This house is situated a minute’s walk from the stable and is connected with the house and stable by telephone.
Mr. Morrill will leave his handsome home to go to London with the Aneletts In June, Mrs. Morrill will is with him and they have planned to have a good time.
NORWOOD, MASSACHUSETTS, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1972
Historic Event Related On Radio
George Morrill Started Something When He Bought First Car
By ANNE SHEEHAN
Local late-nite-radio freaks who happened to spin their dials to WGBH-FM, sister station to Boston’s public TV Channel 2, around midnight last Tuesday, got a shock of recognition as they heard humorist and raconteur Jean Shepherd describe “the little town of Norwood, Massachusetts” as “the site of an almost completely unknown but absolutely unique historical event.”
Shepherd, actor, writer, TV and radio personality and sometime philosopher, is the sole performer on a radio show, “Inside Jean Shepherd”, originating from WOR, New York, and aired here each weeknight on a delayed basis.
His style is a blend of simplicity and sophistication, the superficial and the profound, wit and serious thought done rather in the manner of Will Rogers as Fun City hipster, interspersed every so often with five or ten minutes of “Shep”, as his fans know him, doing a kazoo solo or twanging away on his harp to the accompaniment of an ancient and much scratched record of something called “The Bear Missed The Train.”
Tuesday night, however, aficionados, whose taste for the program’s offbeat approach, like that for raw oysters, has to be acquired but is never lost thereafter, heard Shepherd about as serious as he ever gets.
Starting with the thesis that the real stuff of history never gets written down in books, Shepherd argued that historians are so preoccupied with the same old things — wars, famines, political power plays — happening in the same old way that they never get around to the real “firsts” of history, the real turning points that, once they occur, forever change the way we live.
NEVER AGAIN THE SAME
“For example,” he queried his listeners, “did you know that on this very day” (Nov. 21, the program having been subject to a week’s delay before its Boston airing) “back in 1896 something happened in Norwood,
Massachusetts, that represents a real historic first, a moment after which things were never going to be the same again?” “On that day,” he went on, “a gentleman in Norwood by the name of George H. Morrill purchased, actually bought and paid for, the very first car ever bought by anybody anywhere. Now think of that for a great moment in history!”
Shepherd went on to explain that there had been a number of cars built prior to that by Henry Ford and others, but that they had all been put together as experimental models by their owners who enjoyed tinkering away out in the barn, each with his own version of the horseless carriage. Morrill’s car, on the other hand, was one of thirteen built during 1896 by Frank Duryea and his brother, Charles, who set up shop in Springfield, Mass., to produce the first commercially built motor vehicles under the name of the Duryea Motor Wagon Co. The low production quota for that year is accounted for by the fact that each of the thirteen had to be constructed entirely with individualized hand labor since the conveyor belt assembly line had not yet been dreamed up by Henry Ford. (Frank Duryea, incidentally, had, a year previously, in Chicago, won the first automobile race ever held in the U.S.)
And indeed, when one views it, as Shepherd went on to do, in the light of all that was to follow from that initial sale to Mr. Morrill, it was a genuine historical watermark of the first order.
The enormous U.S. auto industry, the flashy showrooms dotting the landscape in every town in America, the endless miles of superhighway, each with its Howard Johnson watering hole for exhausted motorists, the glossy full-color ads featuring semi-dressed, sloe-eyed females stretched luxuriously over the hoods of this year’s model, all geared to luring the next customer to follow in the footsteps of George H. Morrill.
Like most turning points in history, moreover, it leads one to speculate on what might have happened, had the person in question been given a look at the consequences that would flow from his action.
Would Antony have snuggled up to Cleopatra, had he known what it would do to his career?
Would Marie Antoinette have advised her subjects to eat cake, had she foreseen what effect their reaction would have on the state of her health?
Would Napoleon ever have sailed away from Elba, had some oracle whispered to him of Waterloo just around the corner?
Would Mr. Morrill, had he been able to visualize the action along the southbound lane of the Southeast Expressway every evening around 5 o’clock, ever have signed on the dotted line with Mr. Duryea?
And there is one other question, even more intriguing than that, which Jean Shepherd, in his historical research efforts, entirely overlooked.
Did George H. Morrill, as he contemplated making the first purchase of the first car sold by the first car salesman, put his hands in his pockets, assume a thoughtful expression, and walk slowly around the car kicking the tires, thereby establishing a ritual to be followed with almost religious precision by generations of succeeding car buyers?