The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-07-25
CONVENTION STORIES.
POPULIST DELEGATES NOT Al
WAYS BUsY SAVING THE
COUNTRY


They Find Time, Hut no Place to
60 In swimmin'-"TOrnad BILL
Rival 10 "CyclOne Davis" on
DecIK-Delegates Find st. Louis
Has Corn TO burn.
There were sixteen in the party when
they left the Laclede at just about day
break this morning. says the Philadelphia
Records special. They were all bearded
they were all dirty and they all looked as
If they needed a bath, They went down
by the southern and to the foot Of Market
street. where they hid behind a lot of boxes
and cases and proceeded to disrobe They
had about half finished and were just rub
bling themselves and chuclSling when the
police appeared.
What in thunder are you fellows do
ing2" demanded the policeman.
None OF your business; what do you
suppose we are going TO do? We're GO
ing to take a SWIM
SWIM Numbered the policeman; mot
by a darned sight. 1t is against the law to
swim here"
Sixteen populist Jaws fell and sixteen
populists looked at each other and com
mented;
well, I'll be id" 1T is a bloody out.
rage" snorted one. That's what It IS"
said another. My friend" said third to
the policeman; Il live out on the prairies
of Colorado, and 1 don't see water more
than once a year. and, by gosh, I want to
wash now" Yes, and 1 want to wash"
said another. The newspapers in this
here town and this here country don't do
we don't wash, and, by thunderation, they
won't tell the truth; we do"
Cyclone" Davis has a rival, says the
New York Tribunes special The newcom-
er calls himself Tornado Bill" but his
right name Is William Davis, and he rep
resents ono of the California districts In
the populist convention. He is an out-and-
out Bryan man, and that Is one reason,
no says, why he and Cyclone" Davis,
from Texas, are enemies. Tornado BIZ"
wears a large blue badge announcing the
fact that he Is from California, and on the
other side of his coat is a Bryan badge.
For four hours yesterday Tornado Bill"
entertained crowd Of populists with his
hot harangue at the Lindell hotel He shot
II into the 'Middle-of- the Road men,
charging them with "bOodlfng" without
distinction, and several times he had mar
row escapes from being assassinated. He
denied having Bryan money about him.
and said he wished he had some as he
Road men TO buy them back into line In
referring to Cyclone Davis. he said he
could put him into his pocket and blow all
| around him.
Some OF the Hoosiers who make speech
es out here are mighty quick at repartee,
says the suns correspondent. To-day
| lOng-Whiskered man stood in the corridor
| of the LindeN after the adjournment OF
| tho populist convention, laundering out
pronunciation against Wall street and the
! goldbugs. A timid man who was in the
crowd hnally plucked up courage to say:
But, / say, now II this country went
to the silver standard would not it drive
out all our gold?"
The whtSkered man set his left eve on
! him, screwed up his face, clinched both
| his fists, and Snarled:
Young man, IL q grass wilder should
marry grass Widderer would there be
hoppers2"
He threw back his head with a smile of
| triumph. The crowd, which was just as
intelhgible, as he was himself, howled
with delight, and the young man was
compelled to admit that ne was wrong in
his suspicious and to retire.
Two Kansans dropped into Tony Faust's
restaurant and sat down at a table, saws
the Philadelphia Records correspondence
One man called for corn; the other man
said he guessed he would take rum ONE
1et. He did not know Just what ii was
but he thought he would like one The
waiter brought the oInelet swimming in
rum, and then, according to custom
struck a match and lighted It, The man
leaped up and thundered What in the
blazes are you doing?" 81 am Just fixing
your omelet," said the waiter Not by
a sight you amt" said the Kansan.
Your Uncle Bill amt got no money to
burn, and he don't favor no such thing as
that"
BY this time another waiter, with two
ears Of corn Steamtng on a pate, came
up and put 1t down in front Of the other
kdnsan, with q check for IS cents. The
second man looked at the check a min
ute and groaned: Good Lordl FYfteen
cents for them two ears of corn, and down
| In my country I only get that much for
a hum sack" As the waiter who had
brought it insisted on the money for n
the Kansan paid It, but he kept the check
as a souvenir. The other man slammed
around and finally left swearing that they
could not burn any of his money. and tho
rum omelet remained uneaten.
s. r. Harbaugh, a religious crank OF
Geneva, Neb., was early in the auditorium
this morning armed with a big family Ri
BILE says the Tribune's special He is nor
a delegate but win try to be recognized