It was seven in the morning. An August day in 1923. A small crowd was gathered on the edge of Parkdale. They stood in the shadow of the old Dufferin Gates, the entrance to the Canadian National Exhibition. It was opening day for the annual fair and about two dozen people were there in the early morning light, excitedly waiting for the first turnstile to open and the festivities to officially get underway.
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A Sleepless Night At The Dufferin Gates
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It was seven in the morning. An August day in 1923. A small crowd was gathered on the edge of Parkdale. They stood in the shadow of the old Dufferin Gates, the entrance to the Canadian National Exhibition. It was opening day for the annual fair and about two dozen people were there in the early morning light, excitedly waiting for the first turnstile to open and the festivities to officially get underway.