As the eighteenth anniversary
of Confederation approached, a first-term Hamilton aldermen proposed that on
July 1, 1885, the Gore Park fountain be turned on and the gates opened allowing
everyone access to the park during evenings for the rest of the summer months.
The transformation of the
huge unoccupied downtown property, triangular in shape, known as the Gore had
happened twenty-five years previously. It had been intended that a
complimentary sized and shaped property would be added to the Gore to make
sufficient space for a town square.
The Gore had become Gore
Park with attractive fountains big and small placed in it. However, the water
in the fountain was often, even mainly, not turned on and the park, surrounded
by a fence, had it entrance gate only opened to the public on special
occasions.
Such a major change being
considered, the Spectator felt it appropriate to “interview” the Gore Park
Fountain for its views, views which were published in the form of a poem:
“Dear Spectator ;
As
your paper is voted best channel for news,
I
have asked your reporter to publish my views.
Your
readers have clamored to know of the reason
Why
I don’t choose to squirt, when it’s out of season;
I
propose to enlighten the public at large
And
show them how utterly senseless this charge:
They’ve
long-forgotten the ways of the Good Queen Anne days
Urging
blame, when I’ve merited nothing but praise.
A
fact worth noting of those who should know;
I am
not of this age, its inventions and show;
I
belong to the times of economy rare,
When
pure water was saved with the greatest of care,
When
washing was only done one day in seven,
As
the waste of the gift might bring vengeance from heaven;
For
tho’ free as the air, and with oceans to spare
Then
many believed they must use it with care.
I am
not quite at home, as just hinted before,
With
the new-fangled actions as seen round the Gore;
Wooden
streets, patent sweepers, electric connection
For
speaking and lighting; they all throw reflection
On
our forefathers’ days, when they toiled and they strained
And
tho’ hard was their lot – yet they stoutly maintained
That
‘twere certainly best for the good of the rest
That
inventors should hang as of Satan possessed
I
must stoutly protest with supreme indignation
Against
opening the Gore, and each new innovation
Why
should anyone dare to make common the spot
That
by lock, fence and custom is not
For
mechanics who toil; nor their wives who endure,
Nor
their children much needing the air that is pure ?
Tho’
the new alderman’s views I don’t care to abuse,
I
will speak for myself – I will squirt when I choose.
So
please let me hear of no more agitation
For
modern ideas or new desecration;
Let
me squirt only once a year, that is all I should try,
Just
for Canada’s sake, on the first of July.
But
on evenings – oh no; or on hot summer days –
I
will stiffen my neck against all such displays;
I’ll
economy ply, for the lake might turn dry,
In
spouting its water in waste to the sky.”1
1 “The
Gore Fountain Speaks”
Hamilton Spectator July 30, 1885.