St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-05-13
CONCRESSMEN fLIRT.
Many Members Have Eyes for
the Pretty Girls in the
Galleries.
The Young Misses Take an
Especial Fancy to Con-
gresham Bryan,
But He Goes on With His
Work Without Returning
Their Chances.
Minnesota People Meet and
Enjoy Putting Up Their
State.
Special to The Globe.

Special to the Globe.
WASHINGTON, May o. Monday is
district day" in congress, and in con-
sequence many a seat is vacant on that
day, and many a legislator fails to
respond to the HettentOt yell he has
learned to recognize as his name, when
roll is called. But today there were
more empty chairs than usual, for today
is circus day. and all Washington went
to see the fun. it was such morning
as one sees in lifetime, blue, cloudless
sky. cooling breeze, and the fragrance
of lilacS and new mown grass in the air.
Business was practically at standstill
all morning, and in the afternoon every
body who could beg, borrow or steal
a child, took it to see the circus. And
by everybody l don't mean the rag-tag
and bObtail nobodieS who 20 10 make up
an ordinary crowd Everybody today
meant the mighty of the land. for Secre-
tary Blaine borrowed Baby Mckee and
took him into the big tent. Baby Nc
Kee, who, by the way, takes particular
pains to inform you that his name is not
Baby" enjoyed it Immensely, and
Mr.. Blaine actually lost the warm, seri-
accountable antics of his bOOm1laVe
given him, and laughed quite as heartily
as less high and mighty bodies. Speak
ing of high and mighty people Liberty
on the capitol dome is on top the heap
in more senses than one. She's such
big woman and wears such
A Determined Expression
that it is well for some of the people
beneath her that circumstances. over
which she has no control, forbid her to
come off her perch, for, if she did-well,
there'd be trouble. All the Irritation
that goes on in the capitOl-and it is the
seat and center of flirtation-would he
stopped. and the occupation of dozens
of congressman would be gone. 1t
would not do, of course, to mention
names, but the way certain of our legis-
latOrS speak. with one eye on the main
chance and the other on the pretty
girls in the gallery. is wonderful to see.
The presence of far women lent ZeSt to
tournament and jOust III the Olden
time, and the rows of spring gowns and
be-ribb0ned bonnets in the galleries are
decidedly spur to Oratorical effort.
There is Irritation in the corridor,
in statuary hall. and in the
restaurant. In fact, it's in the
air, and since the CONGRESSMAN from the
the rural districts rarely sees tit to
bring his wife to Washington the sec
ond time he comes, it's not to be won
dered at that. far from her watchful eye,
he flirts a little. Bryan. of Nebraska,
is target for all the pretty eyes in the
gallery, but he seems utterly uncOn-
scious of it; and yesterday. when
pretty Maryland girl was looking soul
fnllu anh hnNHJif0hinniU q him q chn
talked to him in the hall, lie suddenly,
reminded by some speech of hers,
plunged into story of some of the
wonderful things his wonderful young
son had said. She said nothing, but d.
the way she looked would have made
barber pole blush!
The Minnesota People
in Washington met on Saturday night
and enjoyed themselves with putting
up their state and its people. The
them was born in the state. Mr.. Castle
waxed especially eloquent. In fact,
there were tears in his eyes when he
told now the famous old First Mime
sofa was the first regiment TO respond
to President LincOln'S call. how it
fought, and where and how it laid down
and died with its face to the foe, and
how, of all the Minnesota regiments,
scarcely a one ever turned its back to.
the enemy. You would have thought
Mr.. Castle had been born within sound
of Minnehaha, but he wasn't at all,
being of the Canadian blood. Gen. Net
Teton spoke, and he's from Ohio, and
Gen. Grant and ever so many others.
but they were all proud. and more than
proud, of the state of their adoption.
Ex-Gov. Hoard made the speech of
the evening, and was greeted with rOars
of laughter. His thin, dark. sad face
makes the funny things he says lrresist-
IDLY ludicrous, but the stories he told
were in themselves very funny. Gov.
Hoard calls Minnesota the North Pole
State" and, aggrieved, tells how. when
he went into the state to catch his Re-
publican breath after the Democratic
hordes swept Wisconsin, he attended, a
dairy convention. To him came there
the special artist of a st. Paul daily,
and, working diligently, transferred to
paper, beneath his nimble pencil,
sketch of the ex-governor. 1T appeared
next day." says Gov. Hoard, "and it
was the most Villainous, vile and alto
gether atrocious portrait | ever saw.
But that wasn't all. The picture itself
was bad enough with my name beneath
it, but few months afterward
There Was a Murder
in South Dakota, and what did that
paper do but haul out that old cut of
me and run it as a picture of the Sus-
more than l could stand, and l wrote
the editor of that sheet letter to make
his blood curdle in his veins. | never
have heard whether it really did curdIe,
but l meant to make it, and hope l
succeeded"
1t was declared not once, but many
times, that politics IS to play no part in
the Minnesota state society. In fact, it
is not to be mentioned any more. which,
for a lot Of people who are in Washing
ton for reasons mainly political, is a
great piece of self-denial. The organ
iZatiOn will undoubtedly be a source of
great pleasure and profit to the visiting
q. A. Il. men next fall, if this wise rule
is adhered to.
The restoration of things antique is
commendable. Nobody objects to hav-
ing the White house reprinted now and
then, or new tile put on the capitol
roof, but there are some things that time
beauties, and the paint brush ruins.
Washington lies buried in the simplest
OF C0mDS. lie Dluo 1OLODldc WHO'S
along family
Ebbfng and Flowing
in response to the tides of the far-away
sea-. The trees above lean lovingly,
and the grass grows close to the very
barred door through which the stone
coffin shows. Everything is beautiful,
or would be. if some utterly SOulless
and lamentably inartistic iconoclast had
not painted that simple, old brick tomb
the brightest, crudest and most glazing
red. Left to itself it would be pretty
bit of soft coloring. As it is. it is Eor-
ror at which one shoulders. monstros-
ity at which art writhes and good taste
grOanS.
Washington society is just little
perturbed just now over the recent dis
covery that Mrs. HarrisOn's sister, Mrs.
Dimmicl;, who, as member of the