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A communication was received by the committee asking that the members of the City Council be given carriages and assigned to a place in the parade. Favorable action was taken on the request. The members of the various foreign commissions in full dress will be conveyed to the park in carriages as a part of the Columbian parade. They will be given places and will doubtless [add?] brilliancy and color to the column. Discussions as to what should be done in regard to the First Regiment, I. N. G., who have been invited to act as a part of the escort, and whose uniforms were destroyed in thr burning of their Armory, was animated. A telegram was sent to the Adjutant- ...

would take in the matter of furnishing uniforms for the crippled regiment. It was felt that without uniforms the men of the First would not lend the necessary dignity to the reception.

During the whole of the session, which was largely attended, Vice-Chairman Charles Wacker presided. President Palmer of the National Commision came in a shook hands with the members.

Union League Club Committee.

An auxiliary committee of the World's Fair, composed of Union League members, held a brief meeting at the club-house yesterday to devise means of aiding and assisting the World's Fair Committee in Ceremonies in carrying out its details and plans of the opening of the Exposition. Normal Williams is Chairman of the committee, which will continue to meet daily at the Union League club until May 1.

The Columbus club will entertain the Duke and Duchess of Veragua and the Marquis of Barboles at the new club house May 5. The Columbus club has recently purchased the club house formerly occupied by the Chicago club and will take possession May 1.

Director Ketcham has been appointed Chairman of a subcommittee which will have in charge arrangements for the reception on Vice-President Stevenson, while Judge Grinnell, as Chairman of another subcommittee, will see that proper distinction is given to the reception of the Governors of States.

Chicago Dispatch 4/27

MOST THRILLING

Exciting Performance of the Big Wild West Show.

Initial Exhibition Given Yesterday Afternoon with Great Success--Strange Phases of Savage Life Revealed by a Trip Through the Cosmopolitan Congress of Little-Known People--Mrs. John A. Logan Is Present.

As Mrs. John A. Logas was escorted towards the gate after the performance she said to Buffalo Bill: "Colonel, I have spent the most exciting and interesting afternoon that has fallen to my lot for years."

It was just after the successful initial performance of Buffalo Bill's wild west show and congress of cosmopolitan warriors given in the spacious arena in the forestlike grounds lying just east of the Illinois Central tracks, between Sixty-second and Sixty-third streets.

The performance is so delightfully savage and intensely thrilling that cheers and applause ring out continuously from the picturesque start to the auspicious finish. Nothing is wanting in the performance line to excite the spectators to involuntary jumps and starts of surprise. Wherever one goes the savage, wild spirit of American plains, of Mexican prairies, of Russian steppes, of Arabian deserts, of military encampments, and of mountain fastnesses courses through the veins with such rapidity that one lives for a brief period with the savages acting out their lives before him. Mimic Indian battles, bereft of stereotyped deeds, occur so close that the spectator wants to join in the terrible din. Cowboys sport, play and work with a wild roughness that is startling. Arabian bedouins sound their grim battle song, cossack warriors seemingly jeopardize their precious necks with feats of horsemanship, cavalry troops of French, British, German and United States armies perform their brilliant evolutions with a strangely harmonious beauty. But to describe Buffalo Bill's wild west show one must needs lay off a day to listen or read.

Such is a brief idea of the mighty show Buffalo Bill is giving for the edification, gratification, education, admiration and countless other ations of the public.

Chicago Post 4/27

IT IS "RAIN OR SHINE"

Motto of Buffalo Bill's Big Wild West Entertainment.

AND YESTERDAY IT WAS "RAIN"

Opening of the Unique Show in a Perfect Deluge - Rain-in-the-Face Out of Sight.

"Rain or shine" is the motto of "Buffalo Bill" Cody's Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders of the World. His Indians, cowboys, Mexicans, Cossacks and cavalry men are used to rough weather. They are as hardy as jockeys on the winter race tracks and they fear neither cyclone nor deluge. The man who starts for the big arena at Sixty-third street and "de track" may always be sure of a run for his money, for there will never be a postponement either afternoon or evening on account of a heavy track. This can never be more forcibly demonstrated than it was yesterday afternoon, when three or four thousand venturesome people braved the fury of the elements to attend the opening of the exhibition. The complete programme was given, most of it in a drenching rainstorm, with the lightning playing peek-a-boo behind the near-by dome of the Illinois building and hoarse thunder drowning with its guttural voice the whoop of the redskins.

This big show of Buffalo Bill is splendidly located. It is just east of the Illinois Central tracks, between Sixty-second and Sixty-third streets, with the entrance at the southwest corner of the inclosure on the latter thoroughfare. It is reached by every line of conveyance from down-town excepting the Henry syndicate boats, and they might have made the trip yesterday. All a man has to do is to get aboard of a car going south, and sooner or later he will hear the merry crack of the rifle and the yell of the cowboy. It is a big inclosure, and at its north end is a structure of realistic scenery representing a mountainous country beyond the plain. This scenery conceals the camp wherein the redskin and the cavalryman lie down together and live as they live when there is an Indian agency in the neighborhood. At the south end of the inclosure is a grand stand with reserved seats and boxes, and covered stands extend from either end of this halfway down the east and west sides of the grounds. Beyond are the towers of the white city and farther still the mosques and minarets of the Midway plaisance. The arrangements are perfect and comfortable seats for 18,000 people are provided. All this is the result of weeks and months of "hustling" on the part of Nate Salsbury, manager of the enterprise, who was once the heavy villian at Hooley's "parlor home of comedy," where he organized the Troubadours who carried his name and fame abroad, and whose executive ability and organizing power is the marvel of showmen the world over.

RODE ON THE STORM

Buffalo Bill's Warriors Come Parts of the World from All Parts of the World

Thunder and lightning, oceans of rain, and mud deep enough to engulf a mule didn't bother Buffalo Bill a bit yesterday. He shook his mane in defiance of the elements and opened his show on schedule time as if balmy zephyrs had been on tap and sunshine a drug in the market. The storm merely figured as an extra feature of the programme. Bufflo Bill's show Started out wet but then there isn't a dry moment in it any how. In the shadow of the Exposition the wonderful riders, Sioux Indians, American, English, German, Cossack and French cavalrymen, dashed about in the mud as if they wanted no better parade ground. Most of the Sioux were serenely comfortable, for they couldn't get their clothes wet -a coat of paint was all they wore worth mentioning, Nearly a hundred of the Brule and Ogallala Sioux at full gallop swung by the stand, and drew up in line while the old world's horsemen and our own crack cavalrymen and cowboys passed them, company after company, in review order. The lightning flashed back lance from heads drawn sabers and lance heads and added a new terror to the hideous finery of Rocky Bear, old Low Neck, young Jack Red Cloud, the Sioux chiefs. The Prince of Wales' regiment, the Twelfth Lancers, with their red-plumed helmets and flaring flags; the little French chasseurs, in tight blue coats and red trousers; the Potsdamer Reds, beloved of Bismarck, with white plumes flowing from their silver helmets; the dark, but dashing Cossacks; the white-cloaked Arabs, Greasers, and cowboys mingled in a splendid pageant. It was like real war, till Buffalo Bill himself on a big bay horse rode out and reviewed the line of soldiery and wild cavaliers. Beside this mimic war, Arabian and Cossack dancers footed it as madly as they could on three or four boards laid in the mud; dainty little Annie Oakley brought her rifle to her shoulder and smashed lots of glass balls; standing on his head Johnny Baker splintered more globes of glass, but Buffalo Bill himself beat them all as a crystal cracker with his magic gun. The realistic combats with the Indians around the Deadwood coach and all the other sensational sketches from life in the Wild West are in the show. The spectators who braved the storm yesterday cheered with reason, and the applause will last all Summer, no doubt.

at company front and were loudly cheered as they drew up in line, with the rain splashing from the tops of their red- plumed helmets and their pennants snapping wildly in the gale. Then came a company of the famous Sixth cavalry of the United States through the blinding rain. They were mounted on gray horses and each man was in full military dress. Behind them galloped the Potsdamer Reds of Germany, with their black and white their pennants snapping on their lances and their white plumes tossing madly from the tops of their helmets. The French chasseurs, lithe fellows as and un bay horses, dashed into view when the storm was raging fiercest. They were in service uniforms, with rakish caps and tight-fitting blue waists and red trousers. There was another crack of thunder, when the young sergeant of the company, with his saber at his shoulder, passed the grand stand at a fierce gallop. Each detachment of horsemen was loudly cheered as it wheeled into line before the spectators.

Cossacks, Arabs and Cowboys. The grim-looking Cossacks, with Prince Macheradse at their head, the white- hooded Arabs from the desert, the devil-may-care riders from Mexico, and our own cowboys, each of them an audacious necromancer, with rein and saddle, followed- the soldiers in the order named. Then came old Jack Nelson, the scout in a coonskin cap and the buckskin shirt he wore when he stood at Pine Ridge two years ago and solemnly and prophetically declared that "h- I will be popping here inside of a week" The rain was still coming in blinding sheets when Buffalo Bill, mounted upon a splendid horse, rode in front of his troupe of wonderful horsemen and when he lifted his big white sombrero in recognition of the cheering a flash of lightning swept over the park and drew a responsive flash from the sabers of the cap skin at American and French cavalrymen. After this review, which was gorgeously spectacular in the lightning and pelting rain, the entertainment began with as much attention to detail as though the park and the men were as dry as a bone. Even little Annie Oakley waded out into the water and smashed glass balls with a vim which provoked the wildest applause. Then came horsemen from the four corners

THE ARABIAN DANCER. of the earth in all sorts of feats in the saddle, And what riding! The pony express rider mounted and dismounted in a trice, and that, too, in mud so deep that his feet were buried in the slush. Wonderful Feats of Riders. The Arabs rode like demons, some of them leaning so far over in their saddles that their brown fingers scooped up the water on the ground. Then they turned acrobats, whirling head over heels in the mud and climbing one after another upon the giant of the party until nine sturdy fellows rested upon his head, shoulders and knees. During these marvelous feats of strength and agility an Arab in a white skirt whirled round and round on three boards sunk in the mud. It seemed as though he would never tire. For fifteen minutes he whirled round and round while the musicians in the grand stand played. Cowboys rode bucking ponies after being dragged and thrown into the mud and water. Johnny Baker smashed glass balls while standing on his head, the Cossacks and Indians danced and sang, and then the British lancers, the Potsdamer reds, the French chasseurs and the United States cavalrymen executed a series of military evolutions which made everybody cheer. The wonderful and instructive entertainment closed with an exhibition of glass ball shooting by Buffalo Bill, who smashed the little black globes until the bits of glass in the air were falling as fast as the rain. Interspersed in the programme were realistic combats with the Indians, who pounced upon the Deadwood coach, old Jack Nelson's log cabin and an emigrant train. When the riders rode up in front of the grand stand at the end of the performance the spectators arose and cheered for many minutes. Buffalo Bill lifted his soaked sombrero, bowed right and left and said that the world's fair was opened. Then everybody cheered again.

CUSTER'S CROW SCOUT, CURLEY, He Smokes With His Old Foe, Chief Rain- In-the-Face.

Curley, the famous half-breed scout and the sole survivor, of the Custer massacre, arrived at Buffalo Bill's camp yesterday morning. It was during the thickest of the fight on the Little Big Horn in 1876 that the young man wrapped about himself the blanket of a Sioux and escaped through warriors who were bringing Custer's men to earth. It was he who told the first story of the victory achieved by Gall, Sitting Bull, Grass and Rain-in-the-Face on that remarkable day, and who was such an important witness in the court-martial of General Reno. Rain-in-the-Face and Curley met yesterday afternoon for the first time since the đay Custer fell. They smoked the pipe and buried the hatchet in the morning, and when night came they squatted down to a table and ate sausage together. Curley is as sturdy as the day he eluded the Sioux on the Little Big Horn. His strong face is red from exposure, his eyes are as clear as the water in the Snake river, and when he strikes off in his moccasins he seems to be full of youth. During the day Curley also met two Kiowa chiefs and a head man from the Cheyennes, who came to town to see the big fair. Buffalo Bill yesterday entertained some old English friends in the following party of visiting European newspaperman: Sir William Leng, of the Sheffield Telegraph; Sir Morgan Morgan, of the Cardiff Express; Lascelles Cam, of the Western Mail; Colonel Morgan, of the Brecon Beacon; Clement Shorter, of the Illustrated London News: Mr. Dixon, of Yorkshire, and Henry Haynie, of the Paris Figaro.

BURIED THE HATCHET Sitting Bull's Slayer Meets The Sioux Chief, Rain-in-the-Face. COUNCIL OF THE BRAVES.

Curley, the Crow Indian, Is Overcome with Emotion Other Events.

Among the many features of the Wild West Show was the reconciliation, yesterday afternoon, in the original cabin of the celebrated Mucapapa Sioux chief, Sitting Bull of the famous Crow Indian scout Curley and the present Sioux chief, Rain-In-the-Face. Curley, it will be remembered, is held responsible by the Sloux Indians for the death of their great warrior during the late Indian outbreak at the Pine Ridge agency. Ever since the killing of Sitting Bull the Sioux Indians have sworn vengeance on the Crows and for nearly two years, until yesterday, Curley bad not set eyes in a Sioux Iodiun, fearing that should h do so be would be killed on sight, which would certainly be his fate were he to return into their midst at Pine Ridge. Since Buffalo Bili has been in Chicago he has used every known method which Gis brain could conjure up to induce the Scout to join his aggregation, but the "friendly" Indian refused to come on till the treacherous Sioux. Upon the promise of ample military protection, however, ve finally agreed to join the aggregation. When Curley arrived the meeting was again proposed, but the Crow strenuously refused till yesterday, when he was at last persuaded by Col. Cody and Muj. Burke to enter the dead chief's cabin. Inside the cabin, squatted on buffalo robes, were the Sioux chiefs Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Painted Horse, High Bear and Low Neck, presided over by Rain- in-the-Face. Just to the left of the great chief was the hatchet and pipe of peace. squaws and a band of bucks. The moment that Curley was announced a weird cry was emitted by the council of peace and the pipe was made ready. Arm in arm, Curley and Rain-in-the-Face left the hut and buried the hatchet. Returning to the hut the pipe of peace was passed around the circle and all went well till Curley's turn came. As the pipe was passed him by Rain-In-the Face he broke down and commenced to cry like a baby; his eyes rolled from side to side and he watched every chief as a rat in a trap would a dog when the some one was about to set it free. Notwithstanding the assurance of the Sioux chiefs that peace was at last restored he was pot contented till he was taken from the hut and led to his own quarters. One Comanche and two Kiowa chiefs who are on their way to Washington on business with the government were also present at the meeting. Other features of the Wild West yesterday were the banqueting of the visiting English journalists delegated to the World's Fair, and the reception tendered, the Masons who dedicated the Turkish mosque in the Midway Plaisance. Buffalo Bill's Wild West. A huge inclosure on Sixty-third street s likely to be mistaken for the World's Fair these days, so busy a scene does it present. It is the camping out station of Buffalo Bill's famous "Wild West show, where twice everyday pioneers are scalped, horses lassoed and rambunctious Indians aro taught better manners. Mr. Cody's entertainment is interesting in its very uniqueness, and it was well patronized during the past week, which was the first of its engagement here.

The management of the Buffalo Bill Wild West Show announces that two performances will be given every day, Sundays included, and that the state of the weather, rain or shine, will not make the slightest difference in the exhibition

BELIEVES IN INDIAN SOLDIERS. An Army-Officer Thinks They Shouldn't Be Trained the Same as Whites. Captain P. H. Ray, Eighth infantry, in command of a company of Indian soldiers at Fort Washakie, In a recent interview on the value of the Indian as a soldier said: “I believe and know that the Indian, If properly handled, can be made a good soláier. The trouble is that he is generally not so handled. The present practice is to subject him to the methods prescribed for the white man. This is a mistake. You cannot make of him a good imitation of a white soldier. He should be taken as an Indian and trained as such, and his original traits and good qualities should be perpetuated. Except as to minor regulations, such as those relating to food and clothing, he should be governed as an Indian, pure and simple. As to the Indian's capacity for military service, there is much adverse criticism. So many have fallen in trying to make a soldier of him that the government is somewhat discouraged at the prospect. Secretary Elkins, the last secretary of war, shared this feeling. What the present secretary's policy will be I know not. I hope, however, that he will not take this view, for I candidly believe that there is not another influence so potent for good upon the Indians generally as the idea of allowing them to participate In military work. If the government could only regard the situation as I do it would adopt the plan of civilizing the Indians through the medÍum of military service. It is the quickest and surest way and the most humane, method that can be followed. I regret very much to see this failure to recognize the Indian's military worth, and hope that before it is too late the sentiment and practice of the government may be changed, and that our people may learn to judge them from the standpoint of a friend and not from that of an enemy. For, while I have ever found them to be a cunning and relentless enemy, I have also found them to be honest, faithful and loyal as friends and In the cardinal virtues to stand, as a whole, equal to any people I have ever been associated with."

[IMAGE] The SCOUT BUFFALO BILL Hon. W.F CODY