My father was the chief gardener of a Long Island NY estate in the '40s and I remember the stable had some old leather 'elephant shoes' that had been used to protect the lawns from the hoofs of the horses pulling the lawnmowers.

I cannot imagine a nice fast-paced game of tennis in those skirts, but I guess it was a pretty tame ladies match.

My dad would have been 8 years old, and lived not that far away, in Owensboro. Probably would have been the younger "rogue", rather than the dandified carriage rider! He rode a horse to school, and a few years later, carried his revolver there. (Long story!)

The two good-for-nothings following this merry crew are undoubtedly guffawing at Little Lord Fauntleroy/Buster Brown and his horseless (but not boy-less) carriage.

Following along behind.

Central Park is located in the central part of downtown Louisville and we used to attend plays there in the evening during the summer. Mosquito repellent was advised.

The grass is remarkably well kept for a time, at least to my knowledge, without powered lawnmowers..

Looks like great mowing service, however the edging leaves a little bit to be desired.

Thanks to Shorpy's not only entertaining but educational posts, I now know that young lady is riding a Velocipede!

We spare no expense on park lighting.