Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1892-07-01
The Rule of the Mob.
4 Pen Picture Of the Night Session
when CIeveIand:NVas Nominated.

From the NV York Sun report
While the idiotic mob was yelling and
flinging its torn poster pictures and home
made banners alOft like the paraphernalia
of a beggar's opera, there descended upon
the shabby lumber heap where the cOnven-
ton sat one of those awful rock shiverng
storms that paralyze this city several times
a day. If the hereafter holds any promise
of chaos or confusion worse than was this
combination of yelling imbecies and light
ming, rain and thunder, he must, indeed,
be bad man who will deserve 1t. After
the storm was over, and while the rain
sent its muddy rivulets down upon the
beautiful costumes of the ladies on the
platform and upon the umbrellas under
which thousands were seated, the mob in
the galleries determined that it had waited
long enough for the nomination of Grover
Cleveland. 1t determined that it would
hear no speaker with patience, that 1t
would arbitrarily limit every speaker to
two minutes of time, and that it would
howl down, gibe, ridicule and insult every
gentleman SO unfortunate as to be obliged
to ask for elaboration upon his arguments
touching so important a matter as the
choice of a Democratic nominee for presi-
dent. j. +. Duncombe of Iowa was
Illt HTSI man 10 T6Del against IlllS tyranny
of the claque. lie spoke for BOies, the
first candidate whom the people west of the
Mississippi have ever offered to the Demo
crazy. "For Gods sake, said he, "let me
have hearing. This is the first time any
man has asked the right to speak for a can
didate from Iowa" The gallery demons
heard him in silence for few minutes,
and then broke out again, and he, valiant
as Cossack. turned upon them with
bitter tone, saying: Don't holler Time
at me. Out in Iowa we pay no heed to
time, and we let eternity take care of it.
self" They did howl him down, however,
the sixth victim who had been washed off
the platform by this bowling torrent of
abuse
Then up rose Mr.. Rogers of Arkansas,
screaming a sentence that startled even
the mob. "This is a deliberatve body
said he, land not the Fifty-frst Congress"
/ Thus gaining the attention he mounted a
chair and told a tale of what was going on
around him that was simply horrible. He
! said he had seen hundreds Of men without
| tickets or badges pouring over the rail that
separated the delegates from the mob.
| This word angered loafer in the gallery,
who yelled out in defiance of etiquette
and English "Who is mob? | say, who
| is a mob?" Chairman Wilson, who had
held his sandwich with contempatiye in
decision, now regretfully abandoned it, and
having taken advice, as he did one hun
dred times a day, as to what others knew
about other conventions, he decided that
the parliamentary thing to do was to call
for the police. So he ordered the police to
clear the aisles This he did in the face of
a storm of cries from good advisers: Clear
the galleries. Clear the galleries. Then,
for the first time in the history of America,
a gang of policemen invaded the sanctuary
of convention delegates and hustled them
around like jackstraws. They grabbed
men like Don Dickinson, w. L. Hensel,
Lieut.. Gov. Sheenan, and, in fact, who
ever they came upon, and ordered them, in
the reeking patois of the uniformed spew
of ChicagO's streets, into their seats and
out of the way. Whenever they came to a
very small boy they kicked him. Not a
policeman was sent into the galleries, and
Chicago reporter remarked that that was
fortunate, because if they had gone there
the outraged citizens of this phenomenal
city would have chewed them up and spit
them out through the fanlights. Amazed
and angered, a dozen delegates arose and
called attention to the fact that the police
were daring to invade the presence of the
delegates. Then Wilson, with Just about
the majesty and the sternnesS of a Mime
tOnka caterpillar, ventured the feeble re-
mark that the police should contine their
work to those who obstructed the aisles.
All this excitement against the mob rule
overhead had a good effect, and during the
rest of the time, when a smoky, storm
laden, sulphurous Chicago day was about
to break and reek its fury on the freak cap
ital of the West, there was comparative or