Echarame me to now do a historical study from the beginning of Carnival and had, for sure, for my readers indigestion with a pair of columns of appointments, dates, Lupercalia and Saturnalia, and a thousand other antiques that speak much for my learning, for those who do not know that these things are in any poundage of those in many parts harvested and developments that occur with pretensions of being cognizant of other things centuries, without realizing it, the most of the time, what happens where they live, and that goes well to copy what others said to do on their observations and comments is provided that surrounds us.
not believe, therefore, the reader, I'll go back to the origins of the festival that begins today, it'll look just fifteen years ago, half of which I have with an item that no detail, because known is that both men as women, did not leave until thirty forty ring us, and from here to there is still long for me. That could stretch ... !.
said then, and say, now fifteen, and even fewer are playing carnival huevazo clean every known thing, but as time passes, and the memories will not be amiss to recall of those special types of our carnival, and I say ours because I have not ever heard of that, outside the Rio de la Plata, to be played at Carnival and among us, in that way Creole, which degenerated, the most of the time in cuffs.
agree with those who say that it was barbaric, but I also que convengan conmigo en que era muy divertido; era mas espontáneo, mas popular, y, sobre todo, mas barato.
Los edictos policiales solo prohibían el uso de huevos de avestruz, y otras armas por el estilo, capaces de dar en tierra con los transeuntes, y el comienzo del juego se anunciaba con un cañonazo, disparado desde la que fue fortaleza de San José, y no hay para que pintar la ansiedad con que los jugadores esperaban, reloj en mano, el estampido guerrero para emprenderla con el primer incauto que pasase.
Todo era sonar el cañonazo y echarse a la calle centenares de muchachos, con canastas los unos, y con cajones los otros, colgados con un cordel de los hombros, anunciando a grito pelado.
A los buenos guevitos pa-smelling 'girls are hot!
To which another answered:
A good guevitos of firecracker pa 'girls who wear crinoline!
boys wore their very fragile merchandise arranged in rows of red, green, blue and yellow, according to the given color to the wax that covered their shells after filling nominally perfumed water at a rate of one bottle of "eau de cologne ", those spindly, for every bucket of water, and retobar with rags of all colors, cut around, and plunged into boiling wax stuck together in the egg filling, which was turned into fearsome projectile. These urchins surti
players to accidental passersby who were thrilled to receive a bucket of water, and returned the finesse with a dozen bullets, not to huevazos, as was the force that threw the shells, many of which, bad stuffed crashed in air dissolving the water load in menudísima rain, such was the momentum they had.
But the typical player was the outskirts of slouch hat, poncho, scarf ruff, and on the other hand bound by its four corners, inside of which had its supply of up to two dozen eggs, enough to enjoy three days. For sure, my man throws an egg at random. Pointed like going to target shooting, Rebol arm two or three times, and if considered questionable hit, I put the egg, not wasted.
And so it went throughout the city, supporting the buckets of water from roofs and balconies showered him or getting in his face one of those treacherous jarazos emerging from behind a closed door, usually triggered by a burly Galician or a brunette with each arm such as a log.
By late afternoon, could see in either direction a large entourage, preceded and followed by a mob of boys. They were the top players tone, gilded youth of Montevideo, who started playing at thin, with peel wax and candy cartridges. Was to see them so proud and happy with their blue Garibaldi or red, white trousers, patent leather boots to the grenadier, luxurious silk sash and a beret on his head gracefully to one side flattened. There was rushing off to the balcony of the ladies, armed with their jugs, pouring water with a hand on those Slick squires, and defending with the other of the shells they threw him with all moderation, shuffle, not hurt them.
- Come, then, do not shy away - said one directed to one of the champions.
- I will go if you shoot me that flower you have in mind - answered the infatuation lover.
- There you go, come and pick it up.
flower was falling under the balconies, the gentleman hurried to lift, and when a friendly smile would greet the owner, got in his face a torrent of water was blinding and choking him, unfortunately he was trying to hide by saying with all gallantry:
- As if! no rose without thorns ...
And so on the game for a long time, holding them a deluge of water that left them soaked, and they receive the eggs of wax, which crashed into his hands, perfumed with delicious scents, but not that from time to time to hear a cry
- pouf! Is rotten.
When both belligerents were already exhausted from the fray, starting the gallantry of the party. The men threw handfuls of confetti cartridges, and there was screaming and handful of the youngsters, who were rubbish, rushing en masse on the sidewalk when any cartridge is not reached its destination, pushing, kicking, and grabbing the coveted prize, while players were making every effort to shuffle the crowns that change of candy rained down on them, rewarding them with gift boxes still special in advance for so and so and Sutan, who sent them through their servants, not daring to take the gamble that the throw should fall between the fine peat harrapiezos who went to hunt for bargains.
came, finally, the greetings, which were usually sprinkled with some special enormous jug, combined with the maid, strategically placed so as not to miss the shot, and after this wet farewell retirábanse players, soaked to the bone marrow, T-shirts limp, fading blue or red fabric on the pants, but very smug with their crowns, strapped to her shoulder, encrypting each his pride in as many of the conquered in the action that had just fought. Poor crown! at the end of the day, just left of them any shred of tarlatan fades, and as sad reality, the arc of barrel around which the delicate hand of crepe and tulle puffed twinkie to give to their champion.
Many times, when the heroines were very quiet and tallying the gifts and telling episodes of fighting, they were suddenly surprised, invaded by an intrepid group went to battle in their own trenches. Shouting, loud door enclosures, broken glass, withdrawals of the players into a corner, and protests by homeowners, such was the beginning of the fight. The battlefield was the room, unfurnished wisely from the previous day, no carpet, no curtains, unadorned, in short, rather than the large tub filled with water, sitz bath, a barrel, the big cans the kitchen, and everything pileup deposit could serve to take a lot of water on hand. Answers
scare girls, undertook provided the attack because their pitchers were careful not to leave their weapons to the enemy the advantage. Defendíanse men as they could, with his hands, his hat, which fell to reach them, but usually ended by being defeated, because it is irresistible a load of players from those that are heated in the fray and never look back , while they are spouting water, and concluding with enormous jug clean when you no longer have to get wet. Escurríanse the assailants as they could, up the stairs pursued by the Reserve servitude to the patron, but often happened that the more or less ready was just stunned, enclosed within a circle female, not be, was less terrible, and then paid him the skull, for him and his companions. This stuns him with a jug of water into his eyes, he crushes that pulled down a bucket on his head, pinched the other by the arm, pulling of the ears beyond, until, really excited, charged the four with him, despite his slapping and kicking, we dive into the tub, and drowned him willingly, if the timely intervention of the homeowner does not put an end to the brawl. ! Since leaving the shaken mohino and crestfallen robber, is something that the reader already amply can imagine ... !
horse players were also large horsemen blocking her legs looked the horse to pass between two cantons in the midst of a hail of huevazos and a rain of bombs, sacks the horse on the stones bewildered with the noise, with the bullets that struck him with the slippery floor and the constant threat of the sides and front and back, without managing where to flee to escape the inferno.
street strewn with scraps of paper and eggshells, denounced the players who, hidden behind rooftop parapets, preying on the unwary. Suddenly appeared a passerby, and looking rascal face, ventured down the block dangerous, circumvent security to those who waited. If the bombs and shells stood on a sidewalk, took the opposite by, figuring each other that the players would be on him, and defended them against all possible sticking to the wall to ward off the ledges and balconies.
Innocent!. When was happier, welcoming smile of mischief and the disappointment that it had, wham! back of a door he did not suspect, shoot a bucket of water that soaked from head to toe. Stunned by surprise, and fearing a new attack, jumped into the middle of the street, and then I took advantage of the above, stoned huevazos, reeling making buckets of water and many times, knocking him down in a bombing accurately accommodated in the head. Then arming one of whistles, shouts, bugle calls and rattling that appealed to all the curious, cautiously agglomerated in the corner, and when were these enjoy more pleased with the misfortunes of the fallen, cataplúm!, It rained on them all a tub of water dispersed them and curses cursing the wicked so gracefully that they had mocked.
Oh! Good times! And they were never to return. Now everything is mean and paltry. It is played with squirt, ridiculous parody of those monumental jet syringes whose thickness reached up to the viewpoints and the same players will masks, those "mascaraos" typical hand-painted teacher Dermidio De Maria, describing the Marquis and sweaty pastors casacones them within their velvet, and firing them with shoes released that day, and tamed in a continuous walk from noon to sunset, to follow after the burreo in skinny slit breaks and dances in which couples are tight as Siamese twins, two bodies by a single block that shakes like a - O me! seas and sweat from the tip of the hair to ... ! - Do not go down, even for hygiene, to that extent that there is no name! ...
Where have the counts of wire cart with spring mouth to smoke a thistles? ? Where, Indian T-point adorned the waist and head plumes waste?
What have the Turks head scarves tied with cotton, wearing doublet on the police leave, spacious and comfortably shod with sandals?
"The princes of Aragon? What are they? Where are they?" Already
those extras are not heterogeneous, formed by accumulation around an accordion and a tambourine, unknown to each other, linked momentarily by the desire to march to the beat of music either, and dissolved in the same way that were pooled, unaware even the good afternoon, fellow elements in the way of being, which are grouped as they do birds, in flocks, even of different backgrounds and plumage, just because they are birds, and only because they empandillaban Turks all those "mascaraos" the good times.
February 4, 1883 From "Chronicles of a century ago Montevideo" Samson Carrasco.
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