The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-07-05
IS GONE AND FOREVER.
Wigwam Departs, Unnailed, Uncofaned
and UnSung.
ctor Murdoch in Chicago Inter-Ocean:

Victor Murdoch in Chicago Inter-Ocean:
Farewell to the Wigwam, but not {
sad farewell. There is no sorrow in the
parting, no convulsive sobs of broker
affection, no soul agony at disrupted
friendship. Only farewell. 4 plain
every day, bargain-counter farewell
such as man gives to a peripatetic vel
low dog. or lake sturgeon cries when i
darts back with hIdeous finny shrek a:
1t swims unawares into the outflow cur
rent of the Chicago River.
The Wigwam has not been well re
ceived on the part of anybody. a source
of merriment to the opposition, the most
rantankerous partisan has not essayed K
defend it. or break the phalanx OF The
wits by gathering their shafts in hi:
widespread arms, and sinking, muir
dered modern Winkeireid.
That political nature, who in an eye
rolling frenZcal caleuture, declared
with an imaginative hop, skip, and jump
that architecture was frozen music. was
| not 4 Democrat. DE was, at least
not Cook county Democrat.
II there were any resemblance TO
| hyperborean cadenZaS or arctic over
lures in the late unlamented wigwam
it was not discovered by any one. A
patent screw-propeller imagination
might have detected the earmarks of a
! frigid, crystalized repetition OF German
band playing against Salvation Army
| in closed room in the plain. blank, un-
/ ornamental walls OF the building. No
! more than that.
But, farewell. 1t is going fast.
THE WORK OF DEMOLITION PROCEEDS.
+. Yesterday there was a clash of boards,
a clink of nails and clangle of tin. The
workmen have torn down great part
of the upper portion, and are hard
at work upon the remainder. A
| few days more, and where once
was assembled the combined brain, in
| fluence, potentiality, and un-Keeleyized
| howl of the great Democracy will be &C.
cupied in lone sovereignty by the beau
| tifully invisible atmosphere of the lake
| side. The lumber as salvage goes back
to Mr.. Allen, the contractor, thence to
be bundled with other common work-a-
day lumber that has never quivered I'M
der the laundering torrents of Demo
cratic eloquence.
Farewell to every board in the struc-
ture. Theirs is sorrowful fate. a
stone from temple in other lands, a
mere pebble from the mortar, is priced
and guardedly boarded in muSty muse
ums. No such distinction for the boards
of the wigwam, but cruel, plebian,
sheep-like Settlement and fate like
that of tire Arcadian peasants. The for
tunate pine board which found itself in
intonation with the vocal echoes of the
great Henri WattersOn's speech may, in
this adverse distribution, come finally
into the lowly service of base back
stop.
FINDERS DOOMED To OBSCURITY.
Farewell. The two-by-four scantling
which trembled in vihrational tremulosi-
ty in the sound-waves of the imperial
Bourke Cockran's oratory may eventual
" be shipped in obscurlty, received in
rusticity, and nailed by unsympathetic
hands to country plg-pen.
1t is sad indeed.
The resinous, resonant lumber which
reverberated with the dead sullen silence
of the Tammany gang may yet find q
polished existence on the shelves of
Bowery saloon.
Farewell; the wreck of such masto-
donjc refrigerator has its faults from
practical standpoint. 1t might have
been moved to the worlds fair grounds
and placed on exhibition to improve the
other buildings by contrast. The adver-
Using privileges upon it's blank sides
would alone have paid the expenses of
the removal. Farewell. 1t is better as
it is. As building it has troublous
existence. No man has raised his voice
to defend it, while calumny has gone
blocks out of the way to cast aspersions
on its general appearance. Even yester-
day, countryman with a bandana
handkerchief and look of sublime YER
dancy on his countenance. pushed
through the crowd of loiterers and tried
to gain admittance.
THE STRANGER MADE A MISTAKE.
"You can't get in here" said a work
man.
I'm willing to pay said the stranger,
producing pocketbook. I've heerd O
this and Pm goin' to see it
But you can't" said the workman,
''you will get hurt"
Meow, lookv here, you can't josh me,
fer amt as green as | look. | reckon
there amt no rebels in there, meow"
"Rebeis," said the workman. what
are you talking about? We're tearing 1t
down."
"Well, l declare. Coin to take it back
to Virginy:'
"Say, look out there or board'l fall on
you"
Purity tough to keep fellows in there
and starve 'em, wasn't it?'
"Starve men" exclaimed the aston
ished workman. Say. what do you
think this building is, anyway"
''Ain't this Libby prison, what I've
heerd on:'
why, no."
"Ain't this that building what was
shipped here from RichmOndJ
''Of course not. It's the Democratic
wigwam."
"Well. declarer' and the country
man took another look at the building
and disappeared.
Only another instance of insolent cal
umny.
Farewell. With all its faults, its his
tory in the end has one good point-an
novel and satisfactory feature.
In its walls Cleveland aud Stevenson
were victors.
In other days and in other chimes, tenn
pies are reared to the conquering hero
arches stood IN the marble
splendor TO commemorate the day of his
victory. The American way Is slightly
different-they tear the temple down.
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