The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-05-12

Dig white structure from the safe distance
OF the sidewalks surrounding the enclosure
or the lawns of neighboring reservations
Under the rules adopted for the care and
protection of the White House grounds, no
photographers are allowed to set up their
machines within the gates, and the cameras
OF several amateurs and professionals have
been confiscated by order of Col Wilson for
Violation of this regulation. The Execu-
tive Mansion continues, however, to be as
interesting as ever, and no end of subter-
fuges have been resorted to in order to OBJ
tain negatives of it.
A few days ago policeman was strolling
along the avenue before the White House,
when, coming apparently from the clouds
above, loose jointed tripod came rafting
down about his ears. Looking up hastily,
he was astonished to observe an adventur-
GUS young knight of the camera perched in
a high tree, with his machine Ieve lied at
the White House. He was making birds
eye view of the Executive Mansion and its
surroundings, when he lost his grip on his
tripod. Like the coon in the story of Davy
Crockett, he cautioned the policeman not to
shoot and then slid down the tree, with his
camera strapped on his back The officer
was good-natured and allowed him to carry
off good picture.
One day last week another one of these
fiends climbed out through a scuttle on top
of the Treasury Department roof and from
that exalted station secured an excellent
negative of the home of the President and
Mrs. Cleveland. These high attitudes are
necessary to secure negatives of good size.
Small pictures are taken every day with the
aid of the detective camera. 1t is the single
hope and ambition of these enthusiasts to
catch the counterfeit presentment of the
President and Mrs. Cleveland but particu-
larly of the fair mistress Of the mansi On.
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the box, has been taken again and again.
The big st. Bernard, Kay, held in check by
sturdy attendant, has several times stood
for his picture. Even the new sorrel ponies
and Mrs. Cleveland's phaeton-the pride of
her heart-have been captured by the omni-
present amateur, who, with his innocent
looking little handbag under his arm, has
taken snap" shots at every moving thing
in the city.
But not of Mrs Cleveland. Again and
again has the attempt been made, but thus
far without success. An enthusiast who
mourns his last unsuccessful attempt thus
described his experience to correspondent
to-day:
81 thought would stand on the tiling
under the big porte cochere and catch her
as she came out to get into the carriage.
Pretty soon the seal browns drove up to the
door and stood there paving away at the
concrete l must have waited at least ten
minutes before the door opened My camera
was tucked under my left arm and my fore
finger rested on the little spring that makes
the exposure. AS the door swung back l
heard a lady's step and began to feel just
tri1e ratified l squeezed the box tightly
and stepped toward the door with the
camera pointed right at Mrs. Cleveland as
she came out. She did not pass on, but
looked me right in the face with queer,
cool little smile that upset me completely.
My camera suddenly got as big as barn,
and taking off my hat 1 bowed and went
down the steps two at time, without think
ing to push the spring. 1 wouldn't try that
again for thousand dollars"