Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-07
THE BIG BLOW OUT !

| Sick Citizens-BlowIng for Garfield, and
Dodging for Shame-The Fireworks
Were Pretty, But the Prooessionl O,
MOsesi-A Weak Display and Flat
| Speeches.
Tho great event-that was to be astonish-
ing in the way of jubilation- tremendous
''outburst of popular enthusiasm" has come
and gone, and-two men are hurt, as will
| be found in another part of the GLOBE. At
| about the hour appointed, the procession,
lighted by few struggling torches, started
from the State house and struggled away
down Tenth street, to jackson, where they
| turned and came out the latter toward
Third. Near the corner of jackson and
| Seventh the display of fireworks was really
| fine. But what eau we ssy of the parade?
Taken as whole, when it started it bade
| fair to prove at least fair display, but taken
as about an eighth, when it ended, it was
| weak, sick, sad ending of what
had been SO pompousIy roared in the index.
When coming down Jackson from Tenth the
parade was fairly full, about one-half, on q
| perfectly fair estimate, made by Republicans,
were boys. lis true there were few mid
| die aged men and few more starchy, CHEST
dressed young men" with Picadilly collars
and an imbecile expression, both worn to-
gether, and when they passed Seventh nearly
all were blowing penny trumpets or six penny
horns. But the entirety of the procession
began to be broken in upon before it reached
Third street. The older ones, seeing the
adolescent character of the footing mob
with which they We're associated, began to
drop out at every favorable opportunity. By
| the time Third was reached a goodly num-
Der of the more sensible portion had disap-
peared, though not at all mysterioosly, for
they could be seen slipping away in every
direction. Seeing how the old thing worked
Ury Porter cut across and headed the crowd
again at the Metropolitan. There he found
that the "Grand Demonstration had
dwindled down about one-third. Striking
| down to the Market house, he there
found all the older and wiser heads had dis
| appeared and that even few of tbs Picadil-
| ly's had slid out. Bat the mob of boys were
all there, and in high feather. They scream
| ed, they howled, they footed on their tin
| trumpets-but they were only initiating the
example set them by their elders at the be-
| ginning the march, and it was real boy fun.
There was music, and rockets, and roman
candles, and Yelling and general foolish
ness, and what more could boy want to en-
sure him high old time. The affair was
good game for the boys, and they will not
forget 1t fer fortnight at least. The
older heads VINO were invegled into exhibit
ing themselves in humilisting attitude be-
fore the whole people of st. Paul, will re-
membsr it much longer. Men do not soon
forget the mortifying events which have
| marked their career, and this "Grand Dem
onstration," as it was pompously heralded,
| will be sore subject to several people for
several years to come. and the onlooksrs will
remember the beautiful display of fireworks
for the splendid scenic effects produced long
after they have forgotten "what, in thHnder,
! 1t WAS all about anyhow"
One of the exciting episodes of last nights
bloviatiDg conclave vas forensic display
between white torch bearer and q maiden
| of dusky hue, around whom q ring was
| formed at the Market house corner, the en-
tertainment ending, after the passing of dis
| gushing compliments" by the white brother
smashing his torch over the head of the
African female. Though "police'' was Justify
called by onlookers. the man got away before
| ne could be apprehended.
THE MARKET HALL BLOW.
About O'Clock a meagre number of
| those who had not grown disgusted with
| the rag-tag and bob tailed affair went
into Market hall, the place in which it was
| announced addresses would be made by q
number of distinguished citizens. The lat
ter were on hand early, and with character
istic foresight they preempted the eligible
seats on the platform, place eminently
calculated to display the prodigious capacity
for pleasing the rabble and splitting the ears
of the groundlings. But the rab0ls didn't
] show up, and there was dismal vacancy
| about the hall that made even the most dis
| tinguished speakers look sick.
| Nearly every person in the course of their
| lifetime has experienced the awful incubus
| that arises from sense of vacancy, or the
absence of something to fill up given cir
| cumference of space. ALI who have expert
| enced this nightmare of the senses will appre-
ciate the situation at Market hall last night.
| There were speakers enough, primed to the
| nozzles with radical taffy, but the waiting
| multitude" did not materiaIize, and the un-
certain glimmer of few siokly lamps, and
the hollow reverberation of each football re-
minded one very much of fashionable
| funeral.
Had jolly Jack Falstaff been present he
| could have mustered crew to the queens
| taste, and one that would have made the i'm
mortal brigade of ragmufins look sick.
| Finally Diaboiie Driscoll, chairman, con-
|
"mob" were regaled with some speeches.
Then followed about as preposterous an ex-
hibition Of radical yarn as was ever spun
over fifty minutes of time. To begin with,
there was that pink of sublimsted loilty
and politeness, j. Ham Davidson, who
spooned up the variations on the old, old
story in style "pecuiiarly" his own.
On the conclusion of his remarkable ad-
dress it is impossible to describe the frantic
| efforts of the "mob''-to vamoose that hall
But some of the "trooly loil' hadn't had
enough and they drank in more of the old
stuff as it fell from the honeyed lips of e1-
Governor Marshall, that paragon of polit-
! ical tinkers, Capt. Castle, Walter Blaine and
/ the new apostle of rsdicalism, II. S. Fair
| child.
| There were others of the large and
small fry, who held forth, but the "mob'
dropped" on the palaver and the
"trooly" good were fain to close their yawp
or talk to the walls. So they left.
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