The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1886-11-03
BILL NYE's UMBRELLA.
He Tries TO Identify Himself and Turns
Out to Be Somebody Else.

ne Tries TO Identity Himself and Turns
Out to BE Somebody Else.
Last. week in company with my family
and about $1,000 other people, I paid visit
10 the great industrial exposition at Min
neapnlis
1t is great triumph Of mind over matter
There. on the east bank Of the great parent
Of waters, by which term would imply the
Mississippi river, and near to and overlook
ing Col. st. Anthony's justly celebrated falls,
stands building costing S250,O00, full Of the
products of every CLINE, and all prepared In
eighty three days 1t flied me with wonder,
as it must any one who views it thoughtfully
and from purely bipartisan point Of view.
Less than three months ago, where the
morning sun rose reluctantly over the elms Of
the east side and looked down upon several
acres of unimproved real estate, and broad
sweep of wet saw logs, hecked with cream
colored boys wearing nothing but an air Of
defiance for the police, now magnificent
building faces the turbulent tide, and people
from the four quarters Of the globe jostle
each other to the weird music Of the Mexican
band, while ever and anon large and ex-
pensive fountain IS dreaInily squirting its
rhythmic squirt
Everywhere science and art are visible.
Here in the new west, where Minnie Haha
but a few fleeing years ago strained maple
sirup through . pillow sham, the paleface
wanders through acres of beautiful and use
ful articles, the offspring, may say, Of tire
less hands and throbbing brains all over the
universe.
Here where the warrior wooed his mahog-
any mate, and the papoose seemed indigenous
10 the soil, people from Farther India and
Erin Prairie, Wis, come to listen to the pas
Gonnte notes of the Mexican band and stab
their umbrellas into the old masters.
A large policeman at the door Of the art
gallery, in harsh tones, requested me to de-
posit my umbrella with young woman.
did it, for / respect q policeman wherever
meet him. Some Of them are strangers to
me, but they are generally men whose ad-
vice it is we'll to heed. Had it not been for
these men do not know where would have
been to-day-thousands of miles from here,
PERHAPS.
H. told me aftelward that he had to stop
peoplc from carrying their canes and UNI
breilas into the art department because
thou.htless visitors now and then jabbed
hole in an $4,000 painting, and it delayed
the exposition, when they had to wait for
Minneapolis artist to paint another one. He
also stated that excited people poked the
statuarv with their canes and knocked or
the drapery
So left my umbrella at the check room,
for did not wish to delay the exhibit while
new oyercoats were being prepared for the
revised statues
When came back the young woman took
my check, and as my radiant smile burst
upon her and lit up that end of the building,
she became embarrassed, dropped the check
on the floor, where it mingled with the re-
deemed checks, and when / asked for my
umbrella she looked at rue with eyes like
startled Goldfish and murmured:
@What uinbrellaH
Time was gliding swiftly by and wanted
to see some other things beside the umbrella
exhibit, so got over the counter to show her
which one was mine. Tojump over counter
Is but the work of moment with me. l am
tall, athletic and easy in my movements, so
got over readily.