The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-05-09
"A POET IN PUBLIC.
The Editor of the Century Posed for
the Benefit of the POpuIace.
New York FVening SIM.

NNhlii 0ulI.
Mr.. Richard Watson Glider attracted an
enVlable share of attention at the ceremo-
Mes at Grants tomb on TUESDAY,. Few
persons OF whatever degree Of greatness
member not Of the presidential but the ex-
presidential party. He drove up to the re-
viewing stand in the victoria with Mr..
Cleveland. and from the moment of his ar
rival until his departure he drew all eyes.
Perhaps Mr.. elders costume had some
thing to do with this. Upon the editors
head was a big black sombrero, over one
shoulder hung a great black cloak, and
both hat and cloak looked for ali the
apparent thing about the editor. however,
was the broad, bright red scarf binding his
good right ARM. Just what the scarf was
for, whether it covered a wound or was
meant for a badge, or was q simple way
OF attracting attention, none of the OBJ
servers knew, If the latter was its object,
Kept the arm crooked carefully at his side,
While the cloak was so draped that both
the arm and scarf were on continuous ex-
h1b1tlon. Mr.. elders hair was no longer
than usual. but somehow it looked so be-
meath his sombrero. One pocket of his coat
bulged with a pamphlet volume of some
sort, presumably a prompt copy of the
Century Magazine for General Porter. AS
the distinguished guests decanted them
selves from their vehicles into the grand
stand, Mr.. Glider kept close to Mr.. Cleve-
land. Never for one minute did he relax
his at
titude, while, as if in spontaneous tribute,
to the red sash, will YEP Long after the
President and all the other magnates had
seated themselves Mr.. Glider still stood
and gaZed impressively into space. While
General Porter read his speech the hand
of the editor might be seen fumbling
nervously at the pamphlet volume in his
coat pocket. In contrast to him was Mr..
Cleveland. who slumbered peacefully dur
ing the entire Porter address, and DR.. De-
pew. who, besides looking unutterably
bored, was plainly pleased as he recalled
the many times when General Porter had
rivaled him in af~ter-dinner speechmaking.
But the climax of Mr.. elders exhibition
came when he left the stand with Mr..
Cleveland. This was Immediately at the
close of the dedication ceremonies. The
eX-President, however, seemed inclined to
make himself as incOnspicuous as possible.
Not so Mr.. Glider. Stalking on ahead. he
let Mr.. Cleveland follow after in a purely
secondary sort of way. When the twain
reached their victoria the eX-President
dropped into a corner. Mr.. Glider, on the
contrary. did not seat himself for some
time. After he got into the carriage he
stood up, and, what was more, kept on
standing up. The breeZes toyed with his
locks and tapped the brim of his sombrero
and tossed the folds of his ample cloak, but
not once did the editor relax his far-away
gaze. nor unbend his arm with the red
scarf, nor forget his Washington-crossing-
the-DelaWare attitude. What does it
mean?' asked one woman of another as he
at length consented to seat himself and the
carriage drove off. ooh. nothing" was
the answer. It's just the homage that
poetry pays to politics."