The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1898-02-07
Miles in Ills New Suit.

\ the proposition 10 Senu 2Oluen
/ statue of President Mckinley To the
Paris exposition has not been
! dropped. it ought to be forthwith as
eminently supererogatory. All that is
needed is to send over General Miles
in his new uniform This uniform is
| the generals own composition Like
other American artists Miles went to
Europe To study the old masters. He
enjoyed exceptional opportunities for
study and he embraced them. He at
tended the courts of Europe and wit
messed procedures that Judge Clancy
never would have tolerated in his He
| hobnobbed with all the crowned heads
of Europe and many of Europe's most
celebrated blockheads, he considered
their gorgeous uniforms and was wise.
He reflected and cogitated. lie bought
yards of gold lace. He had interviews
with jewelers. and goldsmiths and tail
ors and cunning artificers in boots and
shoes. He gave them pointers and
drafts and they did the rest. He
evolved masterpiece and quietly
brought it home To astonish and dazzle
the natives.
General Miles wore his new uniform
for the first time the other night at a
white house reception. We have seen
several eloquent descriptions of it.
None of them do the subject adequate
justice. though perhaps this from the
Chicago Journal is the best;
The fevered sun rising after wild
night. through banks OF ivid clouds. is
not more dazzling, gorgeous and resplend-
ent than Major General Miles.
lie was rolling in gold
He wore n gold sash. He wore IA belt
loaded with gold bullion. lie wore on his
shoulders the arms of the United States
in solid gold. He carried his sword in
scabbard OF gold lie was bedecked with
gold oak leaves.
He moved through the modest throng
like beautiful. splendid. shining, brass
bound trunk going down a crowded rail
way station platform on hand truck.
Ladies looked at him and sighed Mrs.
Mckinley's black velvet and point lace
and diamonds were nowhere Mrs. Cages
geranium velvet and cut steel were no
more effective than so much coffin trim
mngs. Mrs. Dole wore purple velvet.
with Vatican pleat, but she pinned for
the Vatican sash of solid gold that hung
from the shoulders of the ma ior general.
Where now is Solomon in all his
glory? Where is julius Caesar return
ing from the conquest OF Gaul? Where
is Hannibal crossing the Alps? Where
is Napoleon pointing to the pyramids
of Egypt? Where is Alexander the
Great signing for additional quarter
sections of the solar system to con-
quer? Where is Socrates quaffing the
hemlock? Where is Lincoln apostro-
phzing the heroes of Gettysburg?
Where is Hoar defending national
honor and commercial honesty? Where
is Mckinley breaking bread and BIZ
metallic promises at the Waldorf-As-
toria banquet? Where are Charlie
magne. the Duke of Marlborough, Gus
tavus Adolphus, Grant, Lee. Sitting
Bull and Charley Ross? Nobody knows
and nobody cares where they are.
Major General Miles has popped out
of his bandbox and the dazed world
shrinks anxiously back from the ter
rible flash light. shielding its burned
and blinded eyes the best way it can.
With such golden hero to command
the United States army. what madness
for the silver forces longer to con-
tine the lighting! The jig is up. Sauve
qu peut.