The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1874-04-02
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We have long been of the opinion that
Chillicothe is the most wicked city in
the world. We4will not except cities in
heather countries.
We give good deal of space this week
to the following letter of Mr.. Beadle, the.
able correspondent of the Cincinnati
Commercial:
CHILL1CoTHE, O., March IA, 1874
The meeting this evening in opposition
to the womens movement, was a success
as to numbers, but in nothing else Soon
after dark the crowd began to set toward
the City Hall, and in a short time tu
multuous mass filed the room with the
steam of beer and fumes of vile tobacco.
| saw dozen or twenty women walk up
to the door with escorts, then pause sud
denly, and after hurried consultation
turn away with that peculiar look people
have when they get into the wrong pew.
But inside, few feet from the reporters
| table sat Madam Mary Yeager, ex-keeper
of beer-garden. | was told there were
three ladies in the back of the house, but
in a careful look | failed to find them
But the crowd-the masculine crowd
Descend, ye tuneful Nine, and, Noah
| Webster, rise from the tomb, to give me
| polysylabic strength to describe them
Such an assemblage, in sad and sober
truth, | never saw before since the days
when the Chicago Tribune sent me to re-
port an anti-war meeting on Wells street.
Such fearful old mugs, such low-browed,
stubby-haired rows of humanity as filled
| the front seats it would be hard to equal
| anywhere out of the larger cities. / was
particularly struck with the appearance
| of one genius. with roaming red nose,
pig eye and soap-fat chin, who held an
enormous club-cane in his hand and start
| ed the applause. He Hepossessed horrible
fascination for me, and his presence so
near seriously interfered with my duties
! Beside him sat a nondescript | should
| have guessed him as a Corkonian, caught
young and partially domesticated, or a
Buckeye taken in infancy and reared
on Irish whisky. These two fellows are
fixed forever in my memory. They will
haunt my happy hours; they will lead
| the scenic march in more than one night
| mare.
But back of the front ranks was rath-
| er better class and in the far corner of
| the hall were two or three dozens who
might have been a delegation from the
meeting at neighboring church. But,
taken whole, never could have be-
| lieved that the fine, old, respectable city
v
such a crowd. If any unprejudiced visit
or could have seen both, and compared
this crowd with that at the temperance
meeting on Thursday evening, | think
he must, perforce; have come out con-
| vinced that the widest vagaries of the
| praying women's movement were simple,
cold indifference compared with what
the situation called for
Thomas Murphy called the meeting to
order, and nominated Charles T. Mason,
chairman. Somebody named Rev. Mr..
Bethauser for the place, which elected
loud and jeering laughter. The first
nomination was carried unanimously,
and Mr.. Mason took the chair amid great
applause. He at once introduced Judge
Stafford. In appearance the Judge is
heavy-set man with some resemblance to
the late Stephen A. Douglas; hair and
beard once dark, but now turning fast to
gray, and with cold blue-gray eyes which
lighted up with passion at frequent inter
walls during his speech. The first five
minutes he devoted to getting the crowd
in order, frequently declaring that he
would rot speakxto mob; they must
in his first half of his speech he paused
to call for order, and the third or fourth
time called on the police, if any were
present, TO keep the crowd still. But
the crowd soon grew responsive, and
cheered him on. Every time he spoke
of the female Commune" "deluded wo-
, men" or fanatical mob" there was ap-