Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-06-30
THE DEMOCRATIC BEAR-eARDEN.
Scenes of Unprecedented Disorder in the
Nation al Convention.

BY all accounts the national conven ton
OF the democracy at Chicago has exceeded
in turbulence and disorder any conven ton
of any party held since the war From the
graphic report of the New York Sun
we copy paragraph or two de-
scriptive Of the scenes: Is it an I'M
lucky star that hangs over this convention 4?
There is not any enthusiasm. The managers
do not manage It. The prize speakers are
all fiat failures. To-day it was mob. I'm
der lowering sky nearly 90 900 persons as
sembled in the dark, foul-smelling and dan
gerous wgwam, and from the moment that
all the seats were occupied until an adjourn
ment was had the whole institution was run
by the galleries. The galleries filled the air
with such whoops and catcals and rotous
noises that even the leaders of the party,
rendered helpless by the foppy managers,
felt that they were in the hands of the Chi
cago IN oh instead of in tine presence of de-
Lucrative political convention. Mr. Owens
of Kentucky might as well have been one of
Mrs. Jarley's wax works for all the control
he had Of the mob, and when Mr.. Wilson,
the idol of the Clevelandites, was put in the
chair AZ the permanent officer, he showed
about as much nerve and backbone as an
oyster.
The police cut great and unusual fig
ure in the wigwam. The Sun does not
member n parallel with this feature in any
national convention. The hail has been
literally dotted with policemen, as if it were
a gathering Of anarchists, and the police
have been pushing the leaders of the democ-
racy around IL they were sports at
glove contest. The applause and yelling
following the nomination of Mr.. Hill was
voluminous and noisy beyond description.
that for Cleveland and whenever it seemed
to lag or tbs chairman pounded with his
gavel, or any one tried to hiss for silence.
tho noise was reloubled. 70 help
it along violent thunder storm
burst over the wigwanl. The lightning
blaged tlcrcely and the thunder rolled out
loud and long. Two young men in one gal
lerY sang the peculiar cry OF the Nhyo
gang of New Nork-a plaIutive yell Of
"whyo, whyo, each time drawn out as
long as possible. On top of that two gentle
manly looking men at one side of the pit
| began to fight All the people turned to
look at the fighters and the police, who were
trying to restore order, but all the while
the yelling continued, tho thunder doomed,
the lightning bazed, and the "whyo" rang
above the deafening din. The applause last
cd II minutes, when the band began play
Ing and the chair demanded order.
Leon Albeit ceased with another mention
| of Cleveland's name, and the babel and
pandemonum broke out all over again, as
If the two sides were fighting duel of yell
ing. The rain was terrific, but it could not
be heard Even the thunder was barely
audible above the uproar, but the water
poured in through the leaky roof and scores
of umbrellas wers put up and quickly
| soaked
The rain pelted down on the chairman
and as he raped fruitlessly for order a man
held an umbrella over his head, The alb.
surdity of this idiotic yelling against time
struck every sensible man in the soaked and
dripping hall, but still the others kept it up
aud the managers were powerless to restore
order.