St. Paul daily globe., 1892-06-19
Several Convention Incidents
That Have Been Over (
looked Heretofore.
How the Banshee's Wild Wall
Presaged Disaster to Resi-
publicanism. Et0.
Three Important Suits De
cided in the District
Court Yesterday. yCl
Caned by a Woman--Assess-
ments Levied by the iff
Street Railway. a

To one who mixed much with the
thrOng during the recent convention q
few incidents were presented as pecu-
liar, to put it mildly. One was the pres
ence of so many ladies in the crowds
that surged through the halls and cor
rldors of the West hotel. But they
were there and in goodly numbers.
Sometimes they were in the company
of strong men; often they were alone.
To hear the dear ladies talk. as a rule,
one would think that these dainty COM
positions of femininity, lace and
neatness would abhor crush. But
they don't. The facts prove it.
The women who were thick at the West
during the convention were not the
strong-iawed, strident-voiced women of
the societies for the improvement of
women, so-called. On the contrary,
they were the daintiest. the frailest,
most shrinking of their sex. But they
did revel in those crowds. Their pres
ence was not confined to the upper
floors and the carpeted halls. No; they
swarmed on the parlor floor. where the
crowd was densest, and even fought
their way through the mass of
men on the floor of the rotunda,
and they seemed to enjoy it. Most of
ure. There could be seen women who
force their cavaliers and their young
husbands TO give up smoking. women
whose noses ran up quicker than the
wheat market after frost at the Slight
est Whit of a cigarette. women who
write communications to the Journal
complaining about the tobacco chewing
on board Mr.. Lowry's isstreet cars.
women who meet at the public library
and the Y. Nj. c. A. rooms and roast
Bob McMullen because the streets are
not cleaner, women who shrek with
alarm at the slightest hint of profanity,
women who think that all men ale
bruteS and deserve to be shut up in
one corner of the earth that they. may
not disturb women with their vulgar
coarsenesS; and they swept through
those crowds of swearing, smoking,
chewing. eXpectoratipg, joStling, shout
ing men. over floors, freScOed with
tobacco juice and carpeted with cigar
stumps. tramped through dust and
waste paper and mud, submitted to hay
ing their hats and bOnnetS jammed over
their eyes and pulled awry and their
clothes torn. Why did they do it? just
to feel that they were ''in it." Well,
joyed it. They seemed to. The men
certainly did. To. them. coarse, ilfflh lh-s
man brutes that they are, it was another
exhibition of the delightful incOnSiSt-s
ency of woman that is half her charm. ,
I .
The Republican party is doomed. !ItS
death knell has been sounded. This
prediction has been made with SyStelh-e
attic regularity every four years since
1864, but this time it goes" The sign
that was never known to fail has a D.
peared. The American population Of.
Irish extraction is large, and increasing
every day. Deserted by that element
of the population in body, no political
party can hope for success; and no
IriSllman with spark of the feeling
natural to an Irishman can ever bring
himself 10 vote the Republican ticket
after what occurred, or what was heard,
rather, in the convention hall during the
sessions of the convention.
The wall Of the Ibanshee has risen
over the Republican party and its quake
compelling notes have drowned the
shouts of satisfaction that should greet
the ears of the nominee of party that
hopes for success.
Ask any Irishman what the cry of
banshee means. He will tell you that
it was never heard. rising and falling
on the quiet air, now wild shrek of
warning, anon a low tremulOus wall of
distress. that it did not bring death and
CONSERVATION in its echo. And during
every session of the Republican national
convention just such cry arose
and fell and rose again. It was
heard the first day of the session,
hOwled and Snarled in very thirst for
Democratic blood. The second day it
lose stronger and higher when McKin
ley Bill hurled defiance at the war; iorS
for the rights OF the poor man of the
United States. Thursday morning its
note was huShed. But Thursday night.
Then it was heard again, and terror
dwelt in its every strain. No less than
half a dozen times that evening this
awful cry rose and fell. Clear was its
note. above all the tunuit of tn
multou5 gathering. Every speech that
evening was followed by a burst
of partisan applause, and every cheer
ended with the wild cry of the -baushee.
Friday came with its momentouS hap
penings. The banShee was still there.
Its power was beginning to he felt. 1t
had chilled the hearts of that cOnyeI-
ti0u. WOlcott flung out the name of
Blaine. the galleries caught it up, and
shouted themselves hoarse. The ban
Shee's song rose above every sound.
dirge over Strangied ambition dead and