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Hearld May 22.

TROUBLE AT THE GATE.

ATTEMPT TO INCITE A BIG CROWD.

Suggestion to Storm the World's Fair and Force the Gates Applauded by Disappointed Thousands - Effect of Temporary Supremacy of Sunday Closers.

Chicago and the World's Columbian Exposition were near to being disgraced yesterday through the rashness of a mob. But for the prompt actin of the police the FIfty-ninth street entrance to Jackson park might have been torn down and the great enterprise besmirched by the cry of anarchy.

About 1 o'clock yesterday afternoon a well dressed young man climbed on a barrel near the entrance and began to address the crowd gathered at the gates. When he called upon his hearers to enter the park by force the sentiment met with a responsive cheer from the five thousand people who had surrounded him. The speaker had no more than uttered the words when a police officer in plain clothes pushed his way to the young man's side and ordered him to cease at once. At the same time several bluscoats, re-enforced by a dozen detectives, ordered the crow to disperse. There was a moment of sullen hesitation and then the throng slowly broke in pieces and moved on, up and down the thoroughfare. Another scene similar to the foregoing took place at Fifty-sevent street entrance. The crowdd was small as compared with that at the Fifty-ninth street entrance and the police were easily able to prevent any riotous action.

It was a perfect spring day. The sun hung in a dome of purest blue and from the east came a tempering wind. From the budding trees came the songs of the birds and from the smiling earth arose the fragrance of flowers. Inside the high fence that held back hundreds of thousands of people the magnificent columns, spires and roods of the white city glistened in the mellow sunshine, but from the mighty interiors came no sound. It was indeed a deserted city.

Not for the Eyes of the People.

The beauty of the peerless landscape, with its bright green tapestry dotted with a million fair blossoms, was not for the eyes of the people. The lagoons and canals, unfretted by the wind, lay shinning in the light, but no trim craft cut the water or glistening blade cast shimmering ropes of pearls above the placid waters. Within the vast structures, the storehouses of the wealth nations, wherein are shown the products of man's genius, a few workmen hammered away. The splendid exhibits were covered with canvas and no mortal eye gazed upon them. Two thousand guards patrolled the park under orders to use force if necessary to keep safely hid the treasures from many lands. And so throughout the livelong day all these beauties lay, as much bured and money made them possible, as though the earth had opened and swallowed them up.

Outside the guarded barricade there was another picture in strange contrast to the peaceful one within the forbidden grounds. From early morning until the sun went down the great thoroughfare leading by the western limits of the park and spanning the Midway plaisance was thronged with well-dressed and law-respecting men and women. Hundreds of thousands of people gazed during the day from the dusty roadway and ugly viaducts into the glittering city over against the blue of the rolling lake. On one side of them was an enchanted city given over to solitude. On the other was a horde of noisy and vulgar mountebanks shouting their worthless wares or urging the people to patronize their worse than bad entertainments. From the west came the shouts of drunken men and the clink of glasses. The saloons that line Lake avenue as as well as those near to Stony Island avenue did a thriving trade all day long. The people had money to spend and they gave it to the fakir and the groggery keeper because they could not spend it within the gates of fair. Every fakir repeaed a harvest, while the only entertainment worth all that is paid to see it was unable to accommodate one-half the peopel who desired to witness it. That one exception was Buffalo Bill's splendid exhibition. At both the afternoon and evening performance the great grand stands were packed to their utmost limit. When the shows began standing room could not be secured at any price.

Record May 22.

Saw the Wild West Show.

Buffalo Bill's emphitheater was packed the eaves. Among some of the distinguished people in the boxes were Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Senator Don Cameron, ex-Senator John Creighton of Omaha, Gov. Cosio and Signor Don Francisco Gallastegui of the state of Queretari, Mexico, and Miss Pauncefote, daughter of Sir Julian Pauncefote. When it came time for the ponies to buck they bucked so earnestly that the cowboys themselves became interested. Lee Martin was riding Blue Dog when the crazy broncho reared straight up on his hind legs and fell backward. The wiry cowboy managed to squirm out of the way unhurt, although half the people thought he was killed. A little later George Johnson mounted Badger. The latter stood on his head a few times and then dashed wildly into the little platform raised in the center of the arena, smashing in one side of it. Johnson leaped just before the horse struck, the boards and landed safely on top the platform, a feat not down in the bills. Then the crowd cheered for a full minute. Mr. Johnson was asked if it scared him. "Not on your life," he replied. "But if you give Badger six weeks of bunch grass this palce wouldn't him."

Post May 22.

ROBBED BUFFALO BILL'S SHOW

John J. Laden Arrested for Stealing Tickets from the Manager's Office.

John J. Laden, until a week ago employed as bill poster for the Wild West Show, was in the Harrison Street Police Court to-day charged with burglary. Laden lost his position last Monday. Tuesday morning the manager of the show, on entering his office, found his desk broken open and 1,050 tickets of admission gone. The desk had been broken into by means of a screwdrivers, which was found on the floor. Laden was suspected and arrested. It was found he had purchased two screw drivers Monday evening. A number of the stolen tickets had been given another man as security for $2 loaned the alleged burglar. These were also produced in court. The prisoner claimed to be able to prove his whereabouts the night of the robbery.

Tribune May 22.

FORTY THOUSAND OUTSIDE THE GATE.

They Peep Through Knot-Holes in the Fence-Side-Shows Flourish.

Those who think that the closing of the World's Fair Sunday inflicts no hardship upon the wage-workers should have been on Stony Island avenue yesterday. Forty thousand people were barred out. Men with their wives and children, young men with the maids of their choice trooped hopelessly up and down before the implacable fence.l

On one side of the fence was the "Dream City" - a fairyland of restful beauty of green grass and blue water. On the other was a gang of howling fakers whose wares are the cheapest attactions that ever surrounded a circus tent. The crowd which thronged Stony Island avenue all day was the largest ever debarred from the grounds. Before every gate or possible coign of vantage people clustered in groups, eager to obtain even a glimpse of that which is to them a forbidden land. They were no mere pleasure seekers, these men who rested toil-worn hands upon each other's shoulders in their endeavors to see. They had

no time to take a day from the week of work. Sunday only was theirs, and the White City was closed against them.

There were few threats, for an American crowd can suffer long in silence, but there was ominous discontent, and with it that to them unanswerable question, "Why?" The people seemed to feel their power, and that their numbers were a vast protest, but they waited and hope. One man said the Fair would be open next week.

"Next week!" he was answered. "You bet it will be open next week. Look at that crowd. What the people want the people will get."

Excursionists Greatly Disappointed.

The crowd was composed of excursionists from the country. They came on excursion trains from rural districts tributary to Chicago, lured in, it is said, by flaming railway advertisements. They expected the gates to be opened. They had their half dollars to pay admissions. Their jaws fell away down on their chests when they learned that they could only spend the day by patronizing the side shows and "lemo'" stands that were on exhibition out among the greens and early dog-fennel in blosson outside the fence. They put in the day trying to beat the games and buy out the stands.

The lumber of which the fences are built about the grounds of the World's Fiar proper, as well as around the exhibit of Midway

Dispatch My 22,

STILL IN THE LEAD.

Buffalo Bill's Great Wild West Show Atracts Nearly as Much Attention as the Big Fair.

Buffalo Bill's wild west show is becoming recognized just as important as the world fair itself to the thousands of visitors now in the city, and few people will consider the visit complete until at least one trip has been made to the big ampitheater at Sixty-third street and Stony Island avenue. Though the performance is called a wild west show there is no more cosmopolitan aggregation in the country, with the possible exception of Midway plaisaince, than Buffalo Bill's troupe of rough riders. Indians, Assyrians, Cossacks, Mexicans and Arabians, as well as soldiers from France, Germany, Russia an

Plaisance, is of a poor quality and full of knots.

Hearld May 22.

TROUBLE AT THE GATE.

ATTEMPT TO INCITE A BIG CROWD.

Suggestion to Storm the World's Fair and Force the Gates Applauded by Disappointed Thousands - Effect of Temporary Supremacy of Sunday Closers.

Chicago and the World's Columbian Exposition were near to being disgraced yesterday through the rashness of a mob. But for the prompt actin of the police the FIfty-ninth street entrance to Jackson park might have been torn down and the great enterprise besmirched by the cry of anarchy.

About 1 o'clock yesterday afternoon a well dressed young man climbed on a barrel near the entrance and began to address the crowd gathered at the gates. When he called upon his hearers to enter the park by force the sentiment met with a responsive cheer from the five thousand people who had surrounded him. The speaker had no more than uttered the words when a police officer in plain clothes pushed his way to the young man's side and ordered him to cease at once. At the same time several bluscoats, re-enforced by a dozen detectives, ordered the crow to disperse. There was a moment of sullen hesitation and then the throng slowly broke in pieces and moved on, up and down the thoroughfare. Another scene similar to the foregoing took place at Fifty-sevent street entrance. The crowdd was small as compared with that at the Fifty-ninth street entrance and the police were easily able to prevent any riotous action.

It was a perfect spring day. The sun hung in a dome of purest blue and from the east came a tempering wind. From the budding trees came the songs of the birds and from the smiling earth arose the fragrance of flowers. Inside the high fence that held back hundreds of thousands of people the magnificent columns, spires and roods of the white city glistened in the mellow sunshine, but from the mighty interiors came no sound. It was indeed a deserted city.

Not for the Eyes of the People.

The beauty of the peerless landscape, with its bright green tapestry dotted with a million fair blossoms, was not for the eyes of the people. The lagoons and canals, unfretted by the wind, lay shinning in the light, but no trim craft cut the water or glistening blade cast shimmering ropes of pearls above the placid waters. Within the vast structures, the storehouses of the wealth nations, wherein are shown the products of man's genius, a few workmen hammered away. The splendid exhibits were covered with canvas and no mortal eye gazed upon them. Two thousand guards patrolled the park under orders to use force if necessary to keep safely hid the treasures from many lands. And so throughout the livelong day all these beauties lay, as much bured and money made them possible, as though the earth had opened and swallowed them up.

Outside the guarded barricade there was another picture in strange contrast to the peaceful one within the forbidden grounds. From early morning until the sun went down the great thoroughfare leading by the western limits of the park and spanning the Midway plaisance was thronged with well-dressed and law-respecting men and women. Hundreds of thousands of people gazed during the day from the dusty roadway and ugly viaducts into the glittering city over against the blue of the rolling lake. On one side of them was an enchanted city given over to solitude. On the other was a horde of noisy and vulgar mountebanks shouting their worthless wares or urging the people to patronize their worse than bad entertainments. From the west came the shouts of drunken men and the clink of glasses. The saloons that line Lake avenue as as well as those near to Stony Island avenue did a thriving trade all day long. The people had money to spend and they gave it to the fakir and the groggery keeper because they could not spend it within the gates of fair. Every fakir repeaed a harvest, while the only entertainment worth all that is paid to see it was unable to accommodate one-half the peopel who desired to witness it. That one exception was Buffalo Bill's splendid exhibition. At both the afternoon and evening performance the great grand stands were packed to their utmost limit. When the shows began standing room could not be secured at any price.

Record May 22.

Saw the Wild West Show.

Buffalo Bill's emphitheater was packed the eaves. Among some of the distinguished people in the boxes were Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Senator Don Cameron, ex-Senator John Creighton of Omaha, Gov. Cosio and Signor Don Francisco Gallastegui of the state of Queretari, Mexico, and Miss Pauncefote, daughter of Sir Julian Pauncefote. When it came time for the ponies to buck they bucked so earnestly that the cowboys themselves became interested. Lee Martin was riding Blue Dog when the crazy broncho reared straight up on his hind legs and fell backward. The wiry cowboy managed to squirm out of the way unhurt, although half the people thought he was killed. A little later George Johnson mounted Badger. The latter stood on his head a few times and then dashed wildly into the little platform raised in the center of the arena, smashing in one side of it. Johnson leaped just before the horse struck, the boards and landed safely on top the platform, a feat not down in the bills. Then the crowd cheered for a full minute. Mr. Johnson was asked if it scared him. "Not on your life," he replied. "But if you give Badger six weeks of bunch grass this palce wouldn't him."

Pst May 22.