Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-10-20
THE HUMOROUS SIDE
Amusing Incidents of the Campaign
in New York.
BANNERS TO SUIT ALL TASTES
Why Cart-TaiI Oratory is Not
Always a Success.
A FEMALE SPELLBIND E r
ipecial Correspondence of The Evening Star

| Special Correspondence of The Evening Star
NEW YORK, October IS 1900.
The deadly surface earnestness of all
Lands connected with the campaign, on
both sides. over here is patent even in the
| portraiture of the four national candidates
as exhibited in the sections given over TO
| the virtually exclusive occupancy of for
eign peoples.
| Down in Mulberry Bend, for example,
| where the more or less sunny Sicilans
| make merry with cochineal chianti that
| never a vine and cut their bread and
| friends with stilettos, the banners labeled
| Roosevelt make the vice presidential
| candidate of the republican party look like
any melow-eyed. waX-mustached, Ian
gushing Italian tenor. with his hair pias-
tered and oiled and coled down his fore
head, Italian barber wise, and his cherry
lips half parted, as if he were just about
to burst INTO mellifuous breathings anent
the loneliness of his lady's eyebrows
| In the same quarter the banners that are
marked Stevenson give to the mild. I'M
characteristic countenance of the demo-
| cratic vice presidential candidate all of the
scanned. leonine strength of the counte-
nance of Crspi, the great. If deposed. ltal-
| ian statesman; indeed, the Stevenson por-
| traits could easily be mistaken for daubs OF
quarter political banners that portray Mr..
Mckinley, the President must be very
rakish. Notwithstanding person. indeed.
and his annual bills for hair oil must eat
a frightful hole in his income. The pictures
of Mr.. Bryan down on the bend make
| the. Nebraska candidate look like nothing
so much in life fiction as a weird series
of studies for portraits of Fra Diavolo. and
one involuntarily looks for him to leap out
of his painted setting. yank pair of twin
derringers out of a lurid sash, and shout
the Italian equivalent for Hands up
you're covered!
Irish Candidates.
Stroll down to the Cherry Hill district.
| which, by right of might. is still held
against all Corners by natives of the ould
sod and their descendants. and you will be
amazed to find what rolicking- looking
| broth of boy our sedate President Is. as
depicted on the political banners. Mr. Nc
Kinleys facial characteristics are. of
course. shrewdly preserved. but he appears
! to have made a sudden and extraordinary
reversion to the phySiognomical peculiari-
ties Of his mooted Irish ancestry. With
rimleSs top hat stuck on his head and a
dudeen hanging precariously in the outside
band thereof. and perhaps the simple addi-
ton of set of neck whskers. Mr.. Mckin-
ley on these banners would resemble any
potheen-joyous celebrant at an Irish fair.
Mr.. Bryan Is Haunted forth as a brave.
proper gossoon, with rosy cheeks. prefer,
expression of almost inconceivable ami
ability. He is made to look like the litho-
graphs of the leading participants in Irish
plays, and one expects him to step do<n,
strike an attitude. defy the whole British
army, slaughter a few dozens of evictOrS.
and then signaling for the limelight. chant
a mellow song with reference to the mani
fold virtues of his own Kathleen. Mr.. Ste
venson-well, down in the Cherry Hill dis
trict the democratic vice presidential candi-
date strikingly resembles. on the political
banners. no less a garruous and divertfng
notable than the renowned Mr.. Dooley of
Archey road, while Mr.. Roosevelt Is made
to look like Hibernian paving contractor
in big way of business.
In the German Quarter.
Step over to those sections Of the East
Side wherein the Teutonc races dwell in
the greatest numbers, and You will find Mr..
Mckinley bodied forth on the campaign
banners with a countenance wearing all Of
the unassuageable gloom of hero of one
of Schiller'S dramas. He looks if no joy
in this life or in the life to come could dis
pei the heavy cloud of woe from his brow:
he looks-well. he looks just like that bust
Of Beethoven with which we are all famil-
lar. A few skilfu touches here and there
have made his mobile features look essen
TALLY German. and if you saw these por-
traits of the President in a non-political.
detached position, and the pictures weren't
labeled. you'd quite naturally take the sub
ject to be one of the leading heavies" at
tached to the German stock company down
in Irving place.
Mr. Roosevelt on the contrary is made
to look quite spirit-free and blithe on these
German political banners. He is a red
checked youth with a flowing blonde mus
tache and pompadour hair and eyes of the
alleged hue of the beautiful blue Danube,
and. with the brim on his campaign hat
turned up on one side. and long green
feather rakishly stuck therein, he. of
course. make a typical Tyrolean warbler
and you expect him to launch forth into an
extremely high-tenor assault upon "When
the moon is high on the mountain top" etc
Gloom also enwraps Mr.. Bryan's counte-
nance like nimbus on these German cam
paign banners. and he is made to look like
herr professor suffering from acute dyspsp-
STA as a result of sedentary habits, while
Mr.. Stevenson is made to resemble no less
eminent a parsonage that DnkenspieI, the
maker of the conversationings.
Striking ResembIance..
Drift over to that section where the
Turks and Syrians and other similar peo-
Piles abide in hordeS, and you will be as
tonished to note the startling resemblance
borne by the present President of the
United States to the sun of the heavens
the present sultan of the Turkish empire
Really it is extraordinary that one had
never traced this resemblance before. But
here it is on the banners. just as plain as
day, or palmer. With the simple addition
of the fez MIR. Mckinley would be Abdul
Hamid, and none other. Mr.. Bryan looks
like those apocryphal portraits of Haroun-
al-Raschid that We're published few years
ago, except that Mr.. Bryans countenance
is given certain sinister twist that Ha-
roun does not seem to have possessed. Mr.
Roosevelt, with the usual Snowy burnous
would pass Sheik with unlimited
camel trains at his beck and call, whereas
Mr.. Stevenson Is made to look like one of
those comic opera grand viziers who is
perpetually getting himself into horrible
trouble with his sutanic majesty and al
ways lodging such punitive measures as
burning oil and molten lead by the mer-
est miracles.
In Thompson Street.
Then, to complete your little jaunt betake
yourself to Thompson street and study your
candidates features from the point of view |
supposed to be most appealing to the mag |
nation of the dark-hued man and brother |
First Of all, you will be surprised to OBJ
serve how closely, in general poise and |
lreament. Mr.. Stevenson resembles the late |
colored leader. Frederick Douglass. Then |
you will notice that the sharp aquiline out |
line of the noses of both Mr.. Mckinley and |
Mr.. Bryan has given way to a peculiar |
spreading fiatness as to those facial pro- |
jectons, and that both presidential candi- |
dates appear to wear very healthy-looking |