The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1908-07-17
the memory of the late Grover Cleve-
land.
The Second Day.

So far as Colorado was concerned,
she had ordered perfect day. There
was not cloud in the sky, and the
snow-capped peaks of the eternal
Rockies glared in the distance. But
they always glare, for every day in
Colorado is day of sunshine. How
different, too, was the atmosphere
from that dished up by the weather
man when the Republican convention
was on at Chicago. In Denver there
was no waving of fans. No coats
were removed-no perspiration rolled
down the face of the fat delegate from
New Jersey-all was cool and invigor-
ating.
Possibly this mile-high atmosphere
had something TO do with the endur-
ance and yelling power of the lungs
that were to be tested later in the
day. The convention opened with
prayer-it closed with whoop. The
parson thanked the good Lord for "the
best type of citizenship the world has
ever known" and the ball was on it's
way. 1t was coming, first slowly, now
bounding in spontaneous leaps of en-
thusiasm, and again in smothered
rumblings. There was a cloud, mot
larger than a mans hand" lowering
over Convention hall. Of this 1 will
tell you later.
The Associated Rose Marching club,
of Milwaukee, entered the hall, led
by band. They played Dixie" and
the crowd reared Dixie always
brought the house down. Now and
then the Volunteers Of Nebraska
would raise their banner, bearing Bry.
ans portrait, and there was applause
Then came the dry routine again
Chairman Bell must be a humorist
When things got too quiet he inter
rupted the proceedings by reading q
fake telegram which stated that John
F. Whalen, secretary of the state OF
New York, was wanted at the long
distance telephone by Gov. Hughes
This enlivened things. Another no
tice was read 1t said:
"Lost-The delegation from Michi
gan has lost it's Bible" This was the
first intimation anyone had that Mich
igan had a Bible, and the convention
smiled out loud.
There was lull. People seemed tc
be waiting, breathlessly, for some
| thing to turn up. A calm always pre-
| cedes storm. It was calm-painful
| ly So They were waiting for the com
| mittee on credentials to report. Man!
had gone to the convention hall with
out their luncheon. They were hungry
| and restless. 1t was the first sign O
dullness, and no one knew why. Their
came cry for speeches.
speeches." That was what wa!
NEEDED.
Someone wanted to hear Senator
Towne of New York, but he was no
to be found. Kentucky then wanted
| to adjourn until night. The vote wa!
| put, but there were too many noes.
| And they waited-that vast audience
| did, not knowing what would happe,
| next. The steam chest of enthusiasm
was filling up and something mus
| happen to let out the steam. 1t hap
| pened, and from the most unexpected
source. Among other prominen
speakers asked to talk little" while
| the committee was making ready, was
Senator Thomas p. Gore, the blind
senator from Oklahoma. He pressed
| the button at an unexpected time, but
| the current of enthusiasm that wen
| through that great auditorium was
| electrified thousandfold as the weary
| hands of the clock licked on. He haC
not spoken dozen sentences until hi:
voise had reached pitch of eloquence
With his hands extended heavenward
| and his sightless eyes APPARENT!
sweeping the sea of upturned faces
| he dramatically declared: