Trains bound for New Orleans carried many an extra coach last week. Steamships had full lists. Air passengers coasting down toward the city at twilight saw its bright crescent glittering with extraordinary brilliance. Mississippi Valley farmers, fun-hunters from the North, socialites from the South, soldiers, sailors, beggars, gamblers, sportsmen and bootleggers packed together in broad Canal Street, looked up at huge electric signs forming the letters K O M (Krewe of Momus, Son of Night & Lord of Misrule). By those letters they knew that the Carnival had begun.
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