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Evening Post July 27

BIG TREAT FOR WAIFS

Buffalo Bill Entertains thee Newsboys and Bootblacks.

THOUSANDS AT THE WILD WEST.

Filled with Food and Fun - Rough Riders Delight the Happy Street Arabs.

Buffalo Bill was a great man to-day. He was a greater man than the Rajai Rajagan Jajalijet Singh, the King of Siam, and Emperor William, all rolled into one. The Duke of Wellington in his palmy days, just after the battle of Waterloo, or George Washington, just after the election, was not quite up to the Buffaloan standard. The magnitude of the great scout and showman was attested by the utmost stretch of puerile voice and the wildest extravagance of infantile gesticulation. For this was "waif day" at the Wild West Show.

For or five thousand of the city's newsboy and bootblacks were entertained at the big arena down by the world's fair, and to say that the occasion was one of keen enjoyment in respect of both physical comfort and mental diversion is only to show up the English language in its puny weakness and shortness of scope.

Buffalo Bill is the man for the newsboys when it comes to a feast and a frolie. He has correct ideas of what is proper and pertinent amusement for juvenile mind, and especially the juvenile mind of that young American man of business, the newsboy or bootblack, who has been, for some inscrutable and alleged Christian purpose, called a "waif."

Just Suited Their Taste.

The waifs of Chicago have been "worked" in divers ways for many a year. They have been fed and filled and feted and entertained by numerous contrivances and devices, of which, having been accustomed to the hotter spice of the city theater, they have had their own opinion and have not been above expressing it to their kind benefactors. For you can't, to use their own lingo, "flim-flam" a Chicago waif more than two or three consecutive hours with a show. He is a good judge and he knows first-class, prime amusement when he sees it. And he got it to-day to a degree never before known in the entire range and history of waifdom.

Buffalo Bill knows the American boy like a book. And when he drew aside the curtain to-day and showed him the life of the plain and the mountain, the color of the skin of the pesky Indian, the robbery of the mail coach and the wanton slaughter of untold numbers of the noble red men, he filled the American boy's cup of pure bliss of the brim and running over.

The programme of the day's jollity was well laid out and splendidly executed. The boys concentrated at Market and Madison streets at 9 o'clock this morning and were

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NOISE AND GAYETY

The Drummers See The Wild West Show in Style.

OUTYELLED THE INDIANS.

Sad but Not Serious Accident to Two Members.

Anxiety About Colonel Young - Some Great Story - tellers - To-day's Programme.

Yah hoo, hoo, hoo! The amphitheater of Buffalo Bill's Wild West show was filled with people last night. The announcement had been made that in the congress of the world's rough riders the American Indians would come in first. The vast assembly was hushed in expectation when the Yah hoo, hoo, hoo, came. The people supposed it was part of the programme, and that an Indian had issued the preliminary war cry that would usher them into the arena. The Indians didn't come, but again and again that wild, weird cry came from the midst of the people sitting in the south end of the building. It was the cry of the black cat, and the commercial drummers were at it agian. As the Indians came in the Yah hoo, hoo, hoo, rose above the thud of their galloping horses and their own piercing calls. By this sound the drummers made their presence known. They had met in the clubroom of the Great Northern hotel, and had proceeded to and entered the Wild West show without attracting especial attention, but they knew that when the Indians, and the Cossacks and Turks were let loose their Laurels for making more noise than any body of men on earth might be taken from them.

Drummers' Night at the Show.

It was "drummers' night" at the Wild West show, and Colonel Cody had arranged special features for the evening's entertainment and in his opening short speech of introduction alluded to them. This evoked the usual sound with which Chicago has become so familiar during the last week.

It was an intensely American and patriotic crowd, and, of course, the horsemanship of the cowboys and the maneuvers of the United States cavalry troops brought forth the loudest applause, always led with the "Yah, hoo, hoo."

Everyone who has seen the Wild West show knows how the old stage coach is attacked by Indians and is only saved by the opportune presence of Buffalo Bill and his troop of scouts. The programme was changed last night. The coach stopped at an imaginary mountain hamlet and one lone commercial traveler got in, with some samples of chewing gum. He was an old-time drummer and was got up so as to resemble Seneca de la Vergue, the oldest traveling man among the Columbian associated travelers. When the Indians came he calmly drew his head inside the coach and let the people on the outside shoot each other. When he was captured he took a whisky flask from his pocket and offered it to the chief. Then he opened his samples of tulu and gave the chief's squaw a piece after showing her how to use it. Between the tulu and the whisky he managed to trade his samples off for all the robes and guns in the camp. Then, releasing the driver, they jumped on the coach and rode away with the mail-pouch and money chest unharmed.

This feat was greeted with a perfect volley of hoo hoos. Buffalo Bill and his scouts ordered immense quantities of tulu to aid in subduing the Indians and the tulu drummer established a trade which enriched both him and his house.

Times July 28''

YELLED LIKE COMANCHES

NEWSBOYS' CRIES OF WELCOME ANSWERED BY THE REDSKINS.

Poor Children's Day Spent Viewing the Wonders of the Wild West--Noisy, Happy, and for Once Clean, the News Dealers Marched to Cars, Which Whirled Them Southward--Decorum Ruined by a Shower of Coin--The Scout's Friends Give Evidence of Their Appreciation.

The average Chicago newsboy is a sturdy little chap. He is not given to crying or worrying to any great extent, and yesterday when President Higinbotham refused to let him see the great white city he pocketed his disappointment like a little man and strode off 5,000 strong to the great Wild West show of Buffalo Bill.

He knew he would be welcome there whether clothed in rags or fine raiment. He

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But the cowboys and Buffalo Bill caught them close up to their howling apparatus, and for several moments pandemonium was let loose. The great scout rode once to the section occupied by the boys and welcomed them most heartily. The thanks be received were emphatic and unmistakable. Shortly after Mr. Cody had given an exhibition of his proficiency in shooting glass balls Supt. Daniels, followed. by Jimmy Durkin and Johnnie Tardib walked into the arena and presented their friend with a most beautiful and appropriate gift.

Was a Handsome Token. The present was a solid gold plate, 4 inches wide and 6 long, a facsimile of a messenger call card. side read as follows: The inscription upon one side read as follows: CHICAGO WAIFS MISSION MESSENGERS- CHICAGO, July 27, 1893. Where sent..........................................Hon William F. Cody Address.............................................Buffalo Bill's Wild West Paid.............................................................And still in debt Charges...........................................................None for life WAIFS OF CHICAGO (Signature of sender.) Per T: E. Daniels, Director General Poor Children's Day. On the reverse side was engraved: A slight expression of our gratitude for your effort in behalf of Poor Children's day, 1893. The plate, which was given to the waifs by Shourds & Kasper, was a complete surprise to Mr. Cody, and as he sat astride his beautiful chestnut horse be appeared to be, for the

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THREE WANT TO CARRY THE BANNER.

moment, unable to answer his poor little friends. When at last he drew himself together he spoke most feelingly to the youngsters.

Boys, I will always cherish this beautiful gift in remembrance of the waifs and coming generation of Chicago. Nothing gives me greater delight than to give you pleasure. I sm glad to have you here today and any orphan asylum or poor child who wants an outing will be welcome to the Wild West. You are only boys now, but you will have a voice in the future, and more than one of you will be heard in this land of freedom. I wish you good luck, boys, and sincerely hope you will all make good men. Buffalo Bill's remarks, were hailed with delight and such shouting that it seemed the clouds above the pavilíon would be torn asunder. Poor Children's day at the Wild West will always be a green spot in the minds of Chicago's waits,

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HAD A JOLLY TIME.

Waifs and Newsboys Have a Whole Day's Sport.

SEE BUFFALO BILL'S SHOW.

Are Fed with the Best That the Market Affords.

Race, Jump, Play Ball, and Win Prizes, and Come Home Tired.

Yesterday was red-letter day for the waifs of Chicago, and they enjoyed it to the limit. They agreed that it was far and away the biggest day they had ever had. They went home at night tired out but happy and with their little stomachs distended with the good things which a charitable public had laid before them.

Nor will Buffalo Bill forget the day, either, for in the years to come when old age creeps on and memory grows dim, a solid gold plate, about six inches long and four wide, an exact representation of a messenger card, will remind the great scout and Indian fighter that on July 27, 1898, he entertained and made happy the largest audience of little people that Chicago could scare up.

When Buffalo Bill looks at this golden

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plate he will read this words-and they will always call up pleasant memories of his World's Fair year experiences:

Chicago Waifs' Mission Messengers. CHICAGO, July 27, 1893. WHERE SENT-Hon. William F. Cody. ADDRESS-Buffalo Bill's Wild West. P AID And still in debt. CHARGES-None for life. WAIFS OF CHICAGO. (Signature of Sender.) Per T. E. DANIELS, Director General Poor Children's Day.

On the reverse side of the card is this inscription:

"A slight expression of our gratitude for your efforts in behalf of Poor Children's Day, 1883."

Preparations for the Day. For weeks past preparations have been making for Poor Children's day. Urgent appeals, magnificently responded to, were made the charitably inclined to see that the waifs had enough to eat and to wear, and for weeks the mission rooms on State street have had every appearance of a wholesale clothing establishment. Boxes and bundles of wearing apparel were everywhere and yesterday and the day before the boxes of food were sent in. There were countless thousands of them. They came from everywhere in the city and filled the mission storerooms. The contents of these packages went a long way toward rounding out the day and filling it chock full of joy. As early as 8 o'clock children from the Waifs' mission, Chicago Hebrew mission, Unity Church Industrial school, Home for the Friendless, Chicago Nursery and Half Orphan asylum, Englewood nursery, and the Jewish Training school began gatherings

THE LEAP RACE. at Madison and Market streets. It took nearly an hour to get the little folks in line, and when they finally started for the Van Buren street depot of the Illinois Central road it was in the following order:

Order of the Parade. Police. Professor Hensler's American Cadet band, of Milwaukee. Director General T. E. Daniels and aids, as follows: J. L. Mulgreen, marshal; Theodore Murphy, Walter Martin, William Fritts, George Glisby, Walter Courlin, William Hein, George W. Brock, Albert Hagaland, Thomas Fitzpatrick, Georgė Bamberger, Roscoe J. Clizbie. Waifs' mission girls in tally-ho coaches. Chicago Home for the Friendless, Miss A. F. Rexford, superintendent. Major Nevans' Illinois State band. Waifs' mission messengers. Waifs' mission boys. Newsboys' home, Mrs. Bowman, matron. Chicago Hebrew mission. B. Angel, superintendent. Unity church industrial school, Ada J. Hayes. matron. Chicago Musical Association band Englewood nursery, Mrs. Kingman, matron. Waifs' mission express. First regiment band. Newspaper boys. Tailing on to the procession was a crowd of several hundred ragtag and bobtail, not belonging to. anything in particular, but coming, with unmistakable propriety, under the general head of "poor children." They were every whit as proud and as happy as though they marched under a banner all their own, and were just as eager as their fellows to "get there." Loading the Trains. Arriving at the Van Buren street viaduct the boys and girls were shot down a schute specially reserved for them, leading to trains which were in waiting to convey them to Sixty-fourth street. As one train was filled and pulled out another took its place, until four trains of five cars each had been loaded and dispatched. It was a noisy crowd that disembarked at Sixty-fourth, but the marshals got the youngsters in order finally, and walked them over to the vast open space bounded by Sixty-second. Sixty-third, Stony Island avenue and the Illinois Central tracks. The title of this plat rests in J. Irving Pierce's name, but the waifs owned it yesterday. They improvised a diamond and played baseball and carried out a long programme of running races. These were arranged in fifteen classes, ranging from fifty to 300 yards, each class having five prizes. There were special classes for the girls. Besides the running races the list of sports included a sack race, a potato race, and a competitive boot-blacking contest. All these sporting eveņts were entered into with the greatest gusto, the list being concluded just about the time dinner was announced. And such a dinner! It is doubtful if a Chicago waif ever saw its like before. It was served in pasteboard boxes instead of courses, but the guests were not there so much for style as for the purpose of appeasing a large and healthy appetite. Literally everything went, and the mystery was that even 10,000 children, could hold so much. Nobody counted the wagon-loads of boxes and hampers, or the barrels of lemonade. After each 1little jacket was comfortably distended the Arabs were rounded up and taken over to Buffalò Bill's. They would have liked to be headed the other way first and taken into The Fair grounds, but this pleasure was denied them. Mrs. Potter Palmer made an urgent plea in their behalf some time ago, and this was supplemented by other appeals calculated to soften the heart of anybody but an exposi-

[Image] OPENING THE LUCH BOXES tion manager, but none available. President Higginbotham is quoted as saving that he did not care to throw the grounds open to such undesirable guests So the tittle men and women took in the

exposition from outside the Stony Island avenue fence and viewed the glories from afar.

Saw Buffalo Bill's Show. But the Wild West show was open, and Buffalo Bill was hospitality personified. To many a youthful mind this morning he is a much bigger man than the president of the more extensive show across the street. The entire west side of Buffalo Bill's pavilion was reserved for the boys, the east side being given up to the girls. There were about 8,000 of the former and 2,000 of the latter. In the performance it would be difficult to say what most pleased the little folks. Whenever the American flag appeared it was vociferously applauded, but when the hero of the occasion rode in from time to time they went wild. Annie Oakley's shooting pleased the guests mightily, and they thought John Nelson and his coonskin cap were abɔut right. The Arab gymnasts likewise caught the erowd, but not quite to the extent that did the cowboys and the bucking bronchos. When the old Deadwood coach came into the arena and stopped at the grandstand Superintendent. Daniels was invited in, and the boys evidently considered the courtesy properly extended, for they gave him a great cheer during his perilous ride around the ring. The event of the day came in after Buffalo Biil had finished 'his rifle practice on horseback. Superintendent Daniels signaled him to wait a minute, and taking

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GOING DOWN THE SLIDE. Jimmie Durkin, a waifs' messenger and Johnnie Tardif, a little crippled newsboy, with him, went down into the arena and presented the host with the gold messenger card mentioned above. In a voice distinctly audible to all in the vast assemblage, Mr. Cody responded: My little friend, you have brought me a beautiful present, which I shall always cherish as a memento of the coming generation of Chicago. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to contribute to the happiness of others, especially the young. I am glad to have you here today and if there are any other children in the city, situated as you are, who want an outing, they are welcome to the Wild West show. You are only boy but you have a voice, and you will yet be heard in this land of freedom. I only wish you to become great men for the great country you are to represent.

At the conclusion of the show the little folks were hustled into special trains and hurried back to the city. Among the articles contributed for prizes were:

The Prize List. Elegant silver cake-basket from the Pairpoint. Manufacturing company, G. J. Corey, manager. Two gold rings from A. Lipman. Silver gilt cornet and fine banjo from Lyon & Healy. Silver pitcher. Meridan Britannia Company. Three accordions Mack & Bucker. Music books, Brainard & Sons. Seven harmonicas, Loris music store. Sheet music and instruments, Root & Church Music company. One dozen each baseballs and bats, two dozen caps and belts, one-half dozen foot balls, three-quarters dozen hammocks from A. G. Spauldıng & Bros. Three dozen fine jackknives from Horton, Gilmore & McWilliams. Thee pocket knives, one set knives, forks and teaspoons from Edwin Hunts' Sons. One dozen ball bats and balls from the Wilkinson company. One-half dozen vacuum pistols from the Elastic Tip company. Three rubber coats, three foot balls and three rubber balls, W. H. Salisbury & Co. Three rubber coats from the Goodyear Rubber company and many others. Donors of flags: Murray & Co, six dozen flags and loan of large tent; Louis E. Bloch. loan of thirty-six National flags; Charles W. Dahlgreen, loan of large flag: Chicago Costume and Decorating company, loan of six large flags. A large quantity of streamers from the following papers of the city: Tribute, Heraid, INTER OCEAN, Post, Times, Mail, Journal, Dispatch, Globe, Staatz Zeitung. For the tents and races the following were donated: Six hundred yards of rope from Shannon & Son; 100 tent stakes, Roberts & Co.; potatoes, from J. F. White. Banners were furnished by T. B. Grant, B. F. Chase & Co,, Devine & Co., and J. B. Frink. Messrs. Shourds & Kasper gave a messenger medal presented to Buffalo Bili. In addition to the many thousand lunch boxes filled by the public large quantities of pies, cakes, biscuits, sandwiches, eggs, etc., have been donated by H. H. Kohlsaat & Co., Troy bakery, T. B. Coyne, Bremner bakery, New York Biscuit company, Bryce Baking company, W. E. Aldrich & Co. bakery, barrel of pickles from John C. Meyer, barrel of sugar from Havemeyer & Co., etc., etc. J. Irving Pierce gave the use of his grounds at Sixty-second street and Stony Island avenue for the picnic; Ilinois Central, free transportation to and from the grounds; Columbian Coach company, three coaches in the parade; Reid Ice Cream company, thirty gallons of ice cream; Thompson Ice Cream company, thirty gallons of ice cream.

Herald July 28 HAPPY DAY FOR WAIFS

ANNUAL OUTING FOR STREET ARABS.

Ten Thousand Homeless Boys Enjoy a Ride to Jackson Park, a Bountiful Dinner a nd a Special Performance at Buffalo Bill's Show.

Ten thousand street waifs were given an outing yesterday. Massing on the lake front they were taken to the exposition grounds by the Illinois Central Railroad, with a half dozen bands and an escort of police. The boys were not as ragged and dirty and hungry as usual, for they had been thoroughly scrubbed and decently clothed in garments contributed by the people of Chicago. But they were just as hilarious and noisy as ever. Dinner was served at a buffet counter nailed up on the common near the Sixty-second street entrance. The shed looked like a corral, with the inside packed to the ceiling with paper boxes. Here were stacked 10,000 luncheons, great wads of dry stuff running the whole gamut of pastry and the kinds of meat from sausage to dried beef. Each bundle con

tained doughnuts and pie and hunks of dry cake and a cluster of pickles. There were crackers about the edges and bread in the corners and enough in each for a farm hand.

The delivery was begun as soon as the boys scrambled down from the trains. Superintendent Daniels, with a frantic demeanor and a big cane, stood guard at the head of the line and urged the youngsters to be circumspect and thoroughly observant of the established code of society's dinner laws. He wanted no jamming, no grabbing, no yelling, no pushing, no scrapping, no hauling, no stealing. He got all of them.

Raid on the Commissary.

Like a herd of stampeded steers the mob swooped down on his shanty and nearly captured the diggin's outright. They crawled under the walls, sneaked through the cracks and snapped their fingers in the faces of the score of officers, who were powerless. They guyed the law and punched its upholders and laughed since they knew the policemen were only a bluff. It was

(DRAWING) THEY SAW THE WORLD'S FAIR FROM THE OUTSIDE.

their picnic and they purposed to run it. Superintendent Daniels looked fierce, but it did not squelch the boys: They knew he did not mean his threats and that murder was the only crime which would cause their punishment.

Well, the word was given and the rush started. In a single file the long row which turned and returned and lapped upon itself for a length as long as ten blocks began to move through the place where a single board left off made a door. On either side of the sluiceway were busy women and scurrying mên who doled out the dinners: Slowly the boys walked, but they were double-quicked by the push behind, a long string of empty stomachs which had not seen food since early dawn. Many pinched bodies had not been full since the last armory feed, and those near the tail of the procession grew frantic. They fought and mauled and pummeled, but always crowded. Little chaps were squeezed out by bigger ones and the hobbly fellows fell back at the onslaught of the stout. Like straw from a thrasher the line emerged from the kraal, each face hidden deep behind some fat lump of something. There was no shade, so down in the sun the host flopped. Acres were soon black with grinning faces, faces that cared not for the blistering sun which beat down upon them as it does on the backs of the brown sons of the Sahara.

Each face opened and closed with the greed and speed of a famished man and each face's cheeks swelled out with mouthfuls which the throat could not handle. Pickles, pie and cake, doughnuts, crackers and bologna went down at single gulps, while the little fellows were as happy as veriest epicures. One bundle did not fill some stomachs, so the thrifty youngsters entered the line and received second portions.

It took an hour for the procession to pass the entrance. It took ten minutes for each boy to swallow his rations. Then came the lemonade. Lusty men with sugar by the barrel and lemons by the bushel and water by the tank worked with swift arms over rivers of rich, fat lemonade. They stirred the beverage with long poles and hesitated

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not on the ingredients. Nothing was spared, since generosity had provided most lavishly. All a boy had to do was run around the block and get into place and the luscious drink was his. They again rushed through the crevasse and each boy lifted his tin cup. He was allowed but a second, and choking and strangling the chaps piled out and stretched their legs again in the sun. They were full of victuals and drink, and in an hour life had put on all the rosy tints of the delightful existence of a dilettante.

Contests for Misfit Prizes.

The games were called, a great list of perspiring sports which had entries of a score or more contestants for each event. Judges were selected, but so pell-mell was the excitement and so confusing the noise nobody could tell who won. There were prizes appropriate and prizes ridiculous-silver cake basket for a colored racer and a pickle dish for a boy without pickles. A long, lean youngster, with a face like a pirate, lugged off a roll of music, and an urchin of dismal countenance secured a set of silver forks. A bath and a place to sleep would have served him better. But the boys didn't mind. They ran and jumped, and climbed and drenched themselves in the heat, and for once, at least, had a jolly good time.

Some man sounded a bugle. Like a rally

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HAD A JOLLY TIME.

Waifs and Newsboys Have a Whole Day's Sport.

SEE BUFFALO BILL'S SHOW.

Are Fed with the Best That the Market Affords.

Race, Jump, Play Ball, and Win Prizes, and Come Home Tired.

Yesterday was red-letter day for the waifs of Chicago, and they enjoyed it to the limit. They agreed that it was far and away the biggest day they had ever had. They went home at night tired out but happy and with their little stomachs distended with the good things which a charitable public had laid before them.

Nor will Buffalo Bill forget the day, either, for in the years to come when old age creeps on and memory grows dim, a solid gold plate, about six inches long and four wide, an exact representation of a messenger card, will remind the great scout and Indian fighter that on July 27, 1898, he entertained and made happy the largest audience of little people that Chicago could scare up.

When Buffalo Bill looks at this golden

[IMAGE] CHEERING BUFFALO BILL.

plate he will read this words-and they will always call up pleasant memories of his World's Fair year experiences: