Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1890-11-07
The Election.
From Wednesdays Daily.]

Election day in Bismarck passed off very
quiet and orderly-a singular contrast to
the vigorous and exciting campaign
carried on till the last moment.
There was very little excitement at
any of them. The court house precinct
was perhaps the most lively, the second
and third wards voting at this polling
few ballots refused, which had the effect
of creating some friction on both sides.
There was nothing serious, however. and
what little bad feeling might have been
caused will be forgotten before many days
pass. 1t was without doubt one Of the qui-
candidates, with their friends, were astir
early in the morning and before noon the
political machinery was we'll oiled and in
fine working order. The day was not the
kind the democrats hoped and prayed for.
Early in the morning the air was crisp and
frosty and the dems cherished fond
hopes of a blizzard or cyclone coming up
before the polls were opened, But they
were disappointed. The sun shone warm
and bright, and a soft, gentle breeze
f1Oated over the scene below. The day was
a most beautiful one for this time of the
year. 1t continued so up till noon, when
the wind freshened somewhat and raised
small clouds of dust, but that was not sufi-
cient to disturb the peace and harmony
that characterized the first regular state
election held in Bismarck. Vehicles Of
all descriptions were busily engaged
all day in hauling loads of
voters to and from the polls.
Intoxicating liquor was conspicu-
pensed among the voters until the polls
were closed in the evening. A large force
of special police were on hand at the polls
to quell any disturbance that might arise,
but they had little, if anything, to do in
that line. The voters quietly deposited
their ballots and went away. The "vest
pocket" vote was the most popular. Those
cts prepared before going to the polls, so
there were no bull-dozing attempts to cap
ture votes.
The Dandy Amongst Cowboys.
A good story is told at the expense of
Mark Drum, the advance agent Of the
Caroline Gage company, who has been
spending several days in the city. OF
course Mr.. Drum does not tell this story
on himself, but mi of the fraternity loos-
ened his tongue about it the other day and
the TRIBUNE believes it hasn't yet gone
the rounds of the press, though quite an
cient. A few years ago. when
Mark first started out on the road for a
theatrical company, he was a very highly
polished and perfumed young dandy, with
silk plug hat and all the other accessories
that wage warfare on the feminine heart.
At that time he knew but little of the wild
and woody west in the Montana region
and with his swell makeup he hove into
small town one day and created a furore.
The cowboys surveyed him with mingled
curiosity and disgust, and before Mark
knew what happened his silk tile was
gently lifted from his head, placed in the
middle of the street, and a crowd of punch
ers gathered around it with theil
revolyers while Mark stood transtixed
with horror and watched them bore his
it full of holes. When they got through
with it the hat looked like a sieve. From
that day to this he has not worn a plug
hat-and swears by the powers that be
that he never will as long as he stays il
the profession.