New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-08-24
NEW.yoRK DAILY TRIBUNE. THURSDAY AUGUST o. 1882

ureW H. bfecn, TOT FREDERICK A. COnklDR, lor
Roswell Z. Flower, for William G.. Whitney
and for a numberess array of rural statesmen.
The booms = all went little way, seemed full of
promise for time, suddenly struck something
and died out. The field is now COM
paratively clear; it is anybOdy's race !;
it seems certain that some dark horse"
will be winner. desperate effort, noticed
in yesterdays TRIBUNE, is making to keep
Mr.. Roswell p. Flower prominent because he is
so sad y; but it is generally believed that the
State Committee "cooked his goose" when
they called the convention.
In this state of affairs Perry is brought to
the front by Mr.. Charles a. Brooke, described
by Herald reporter as "lawyer, poet, orator
aud Democrat" Through one OF those mysterious
PrOyidences by which things are ordered III
great crises that the hour and the man meet, it
happened that the reporter fell in with Mr..
Brooke standi ne in the City Hall Park, intent
Z" on two dozen sparrOws looking for water in
the unwet fountain" Naturally enough, the
hopeless quest of the two dozen sug gested
another hopeless quest of a much larger number
in still dryer fountain, and the conversation
turned at once upon the Democratic nomination
for Governor. Mr. Brooke, we are told, has
"pOiticsn from which we infer that he is
about to invent new Democratic party in this
city. Personally he said he was pleased with
all the candidates who have been named, but
he considered the election OF any OF them an
impossibility because each is the creation OF
clique each has his friends, each his enemies"
Then taking an oratOrical attitude and as
Stunning the manner of a cross-examiner, he
hurls upon the reporter the inquiry, Z" But
where stand the young men, n Pushing it, he
asks, How many young men have joined the
Democratic party of late years !" Pulling the
reporters ear toward him, he whispers into it,
None" Then drawing back he howls,
Why ," Answering his own inquiries, he says
with deep emotion, Because the Old-tlme
cliaues have their hands on the lever" Pursuing
the theme and rising to the occasi0nin manner
that must have startled the reporter, who has
recorded it in a very jerky sort of style, he
says: "What we want is blood, new blood,
/" fresh blood. We need man who is young
"enough to be young and fresh and new to
life who is not barnacled with prejUdices,
"wh0 has no old-time fights to wage, who can
unite all sets and beat our opponents
The dry fountain has seldom witnessed
scene Ike tnlS. Two uOZeu spdIIO"S "OiD
looking into it TOR water while Democratic
orator stood on its verge, crying in the ears OF
a shorthand reporter for blood, new blood,
fresh blood" But" neryOusly interrupted
the reporter, doubtless beginning to have APP
prehensions for his own persoval safety,
where can You find himY" What must have
been that scribe's surprise when the imprisoned
orator, whiring on his left foot, raised his arm
and pointing with the finger of fate toward
French's Hotel and beyond made answer
high "On Long Island" Gasped then the
scribe, "What's his name?" and answered
Brooke" Perry Belmont" So there at the
dry fountains edge, in the presence OF two
dozen sparrows and one reporter, Charles y.
BroOke, lawyer poet orator ard Democrat
with index finger lifted toward Long Island,
CRYING for blood-fresh blood" even as the
thirsty birds twittered for drink, launched
into frightened reporters ear-the Perry
Belmont BOOM" "What we want is blood
says Orator Brooke. Presently comes back
from his island constituency the CHEEKY re-
Spouse Take Perry, then! We know he
has blood. We've bled him."