The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-10-16
COXEYITES HERE.
Marshal Browne and His
DingyStaff EncampN Near
Grand Street.
MEETINGS TO RAISE FUNDS
Marching to New York to Convince
the Benighted Folk There Of
Their Wickedness.

Twenty-four greasy-looking specimens
of the genus homo trailed into Jersey
City last night from Newark. They had
with them two tumbled-down wagons
drawn by four dilapidated, knock-kneed,
spawned horses. The wagons were label
led, 'tCommissory Department Coxey's
ARMY and carried two dirty looking
tents, three kettles, a frying pan, two
cups without a handle, a plate with a
piece bitten out, three knives and two
forks with only one prong each.
Guiding these valuables was Marshal
Carl Brown, chief of the staff of Gen.
Coxey's Army, whose name and titles
We're scrawled on the front of one of the
tents.
Arriving at the vacant lots on the
east side of Grand street, near Jersey
avenue, they pitched their tents and held
a meeting. All the loung ersand loafers
of the neighboring saloons came to hear
the usual announcement of everything
and everybody. A collect ionwas taken
up for the army, and threee cents, two
buttons and a poker chip were gathered
in.
THE ARMY AT REST.
When a News reporter looked in on
the army today he found the tent OF
the Marshal pitched by a pool of water,
in which f1oated three standards, on one
of which was a horrible daub supposed to
represent the Savfour's head. Underneath
was the legend Death to Interest on
Bonds" On the front of the tent was
scrawled Keep OFF the Grass" a super
fuous piece of advice, for not a particle
of grass is visible on the bald lots.
Lifting up the flap oft he tent the re-
porter espied eight men. Four OF rhem
sat around an inverted beer key play
ing a quiet game of draw poker Two
looked laZily on and the remainder lay
on the ground asleep, with their heads
buried under appeared to be horse
blankets. Outside at a small fire one
of the army was cooking a v~illainous-
looking mess In the dirty kettle.
TITS NICE" he said to the visitor;
s'this is commonweal stew"
1t was difficult to enjoy the cooks So
ciety without being aware that he must
have supped last night off mixed ale
and garlic.
HAITI TO THE CHIEF.
seHere comes the Chief. sir" he said,
pointing to a tall man, who carried a
sealskin coat over his arm n wore a
silver medal and a brass ring on a shoe
lace in lieu of a watch chain. Around
his neck was a string of amber beads.
His coat and trousers were of no par
ticular color, but gave one the impress
sion that HI was in the habit of going
to bed in them.
The ends of his trousers were tucked
into top boots. Beneath his coat he
wore a curious grey sweater, with blue
silk bars across it, like the stripes of a
Jail bird. This was the gift of Miss
Hattie Daggut of Vineland, who lost her
head in admiration of the gallant mar
shall.
"Glad to see you, sir" he said, and
Immediately began to speak on good
roads and death to interest-bearing
bond bills.
You can come to our meeting tonight,
and you will hear some pretty tall
truths, 1 reckon. Your peolpe's society
is going to attend in a body" Marshal
Brown was in a hurry to dine, and be-
fore saying goodbye CAV the visitor a
Coxey button as a souvenir.
When the army met their chief a
stampede took place in the tent, where
the mysterious ingredients of the awful
stew were being ladled out.
Tomorrow the army will go to New
York, and will return here in a few days
on their journey back to Washington.