The morning call., 1890-10-15
THE BUCKLEY PLAGUE.
1t Settles Upon His Ratification
Meeting.

A ratification meeting for the purpose Of
indorsing the Buckley municipal ticket was
advertised to be held in Metropolitan Tenn
pie last night. At s o'clock, the time set for
the meeting. less than half the seats were
filed and nobody appeared to call the meet
ing to order. The few who were present be-
came impatient and began to call for some
body to start the ball rolling.
81 can't speak, but I'll sing a song, !"
shouted Michael K. Donaghue, tall, good
natured individual.
Take the stand. take The stand" yelled
the handful of faithful lambs. who wer g
desperate for something to break the sus-
pense OF the dreadful wait.
When Mr.. Donaghue obligingly attempted
to comply with this request the unhappy
discovery was made that he was so much
under the influence Of the evening fog that
he could not make the journey without
assistance. On being helped to a place on
the rostrum lie looked around like a sur
prlsed owl. winked first to the left and then
to the right and cleared his throat prepara-
tory to beginning.
These prelminaries took so long that
vigilant usher had time TO p0unce upon him.
and he was ANONYMOUSLY led from the stage,
amid pandemonium of protesting cat-calls,
shouts, ShriekS and stamping of feet.
FANCY wARBLERS WANTED.
IeJcH OH your ldNCy WdIDlcIS liuS
out your blooming orators" Bring on
your blasted candidates.! and similar cries
rent the air.
1t was s 10 and yet no signs of life were
seen on the spacious platform, and only
few additional straggierS wandered In to
help rob The auditorium of its empty appear
ance.
''Ihis is nearly sheol." walled Joseph
Naphtaly as he walked down to the re-
porters' tables sweating from every pore.
1T was a mistake, big mistake setting the
ratification for this evening. 1t was an
other of Bob Mitchell'S bad breaks. He
was too previous He ought to have given
somebody else chance to make the arrange
ments. Just because he was Chairman Of
the convention that was no reason he should
try to run things"
''Where's the music ?" timidly asked a
wel-seasoned lamb from the First Ward.
Not a band could be obtained; all hired
by the Republicans for their parade" said
Mr.. Naphtaly, dejectedly.
bad management" said the First
Warder, sentenliouSly
Twenty-Five minutes past o'clock. and
still the Buckley lambs waited, and the
Buckley candidates did not appear.
LOOKING AT THE PROCESSION.
"JuSt wait till that Markham procession
is over, and you'll see the gang crowding in
here mighty fast" said respectable look
ing gentleman wearing plug nat, and who
was called doc" by those around him.
What business have they got looking at
a Republican procession?" snarled man in
q rear seat.
'.A-h-h" was the satisfied cry with which
the audience greeted X. b. Mitchell. Chair
man OF the recent Buckley Convention, at
$3.50 O'Clock, as he appeared at the right
wing, and hesitatlngly but gracefully bowed
TO the impatient populace. Hat in hand he
advanced. and, thrusting one hand into the
bosom of his Prince Albert coat stood
gloOmily looking at the audience. He ap-
pearsd to be overcome by his emotions, but
finally, just as the silence was becoming
painful, he said:
CALLS IT A MISTAKE.
" Fellow-ciiizens, l am sorry to tell you
that there has been misunderstanding
about this evenings meeting"
Here Mr.. Mitchell paused to regain pos
Sc ssion of his voice, which was quivering
from suppressed feeling.
Yes, gentlemen" he continued, II am
sorry to say there has been misunderstood
ing, a mistake, blunder, somewhere.
When say am sorry, [ am sorry. am
more than sorry-I am grieved."
A Voice-What yer going TO do about it /?
Yes, that's what Pm about to tell you.
body regrets more than l, the ratification
meeting of our municipal ticket cannot be
held tonight I'm sorry, but 1t can't be
helped. The candidates are not here to join
in the ratification. Somehow they didn't
seem to get notified about the meeting. The
ratification will be held next Thursday
night"
''Where?" demanded dozen voices.
"Oh, yes, / forgot to say the meeting will
be held in this hail. God willing, on Thurs
day evening at s o'clock, and the Demo-
cratic clubs OF this city will participate"
EVEN THE DOGS ARE SAD.
The ianitor at once began to turn out the
lights in the main hall, and the few who had
remained to see the end Of the show silently