San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-26
SILENT, BUT ELOQUENT.
Musings from Club Room Window on a
Rainy Day.

Editor San Antonio Light.
On historic ground, within the sacred
radius of the blood-stained Alamo, is a
rudely built speakers stand. This spot
was once wet by the blood Of heroes,
and the orator who stands upon it is eX-
pected to become inspired, hence it is a
fsvorite place for the erection Of speak
er's stands and circus bill boards. The
stand in question was built in the night,
and very few persons know anything
about 1t some think it means Moody
and Sankey without tickets; others, that
a fresh invasion Of patent medicine
fakir is threatened, and others that it
has something to do with the coming
city election. 10 settle all speCulatiOns
| will state, for know it was intended
as the grand stand from which His
Honor, the Mayor, was to review
the parade on WashingtOn's birthday.
and of course, make u speech. The rain
fell and the parade did not take place,
nor the speech, but the grand" stand,
surrounded by sea Of municipal mud,
remains faithful to its pOst-elOquent in
Its silence.
1t is dreary outlook, MS | view 1t
from the club room wiz dow; the slant
ing rain beating down over the uneven
surface of the square, worn and SCARED
by the storms of century; the little
bronze drinking fountain, so ostenta-
tIously erected in the anti-Brackenridge
Water-works days. now ruin serving
as a receptacle for fire wood used by the
tamale vendors, and the aforesaid
speakers stand in front of the Alamo;
only a solitary hack stands out in the
pitiless storm; how bleak, bare and for
bidding the scene seemed as gaZed out
Of the window of the comfortable club
room. | mentally contrasted the ele-
CANT appointments which surrounded
me, and the muddy waste belOw-with-
out tree, a grass tuft, or a grayeled
walk-nothing but mud puddles,
broken fountain, and the stand, with its
implanted rough plank. IN sight. !
thought If only our citizens were as par
ticular about their outdoor comfort and
appearances as they are indoors. what a
change there would be in the aspect
from the club room window.
My elegant friend, c. b. champion of
the widow handed me Habana, the
only variety we club men smoke, and |
sat and smoked and unused on the cheer
less prospect from the window. and my
own comfort. What gay old time they
must have had on Washington's birth
day, after ALL mean the ghosts Of the
heroes Of the Alamo; Washington. of
course, held reception, a sort OF club
affair, the stand being utilized for the
occasion. Davy Crockett remarked as
he was presented to the (. o. h. c.: BE
sure you're right then go ahead"
Washington bowed dignified as
sent to the proposition, as much
as to say, that was always my motto.
but never said so, "cannot tell lie."
Travis drew his chalk line for all those
to cross who wanted TO run away, and
Bowie held his toOthpiCk between his
teeth, ready to spring upon the foe.
These were the worlds heroes after all
they died, uninspired with a selfish
motive, for the cause of liberty and civ
iliZation. Let those who live in pleasant
homes within the shadow Of the Alamo
throw aside their selfish aims and do
something to redeem the ugliness Of our
public squares. "Casino," remarked my
noble friend. what will you take ?" and
realized that | was almost dreaming.
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