Excitement at Porter Avenue

Broken Windows in the President’s Train Caused a Foolish Man to Yell,
“Anarchists!” and a Panic Was Narrowly Averted.

     Good, level headed people prevented what might have been a riot at the foot of Porter Avenue late yesterday afternoon. The President’s train just passed. To some, the broken windows of the first car suggested a plot to dynamite the train with the Chief Executive and his loved wife. Carriages were in waiting for the members of the Washington party. Fully 3,000 persons had gathered in expectation of seeing the President. They knew that in such times something might happen—anarchists are abroad in the land.
     “Tried to wreck it!” came from the lips of one man.
     A swarthy man stood near. He was [?]dered one of the reds. Three men [?]d toward him. He understood. [?] [?]ok the defensive. Twenty more [?] the men on the offensive.
     “Nothing wrong, gentlemen. Dynamite could not have done it. Don’t you see that only the windows are broken? Wood splinters, broken wheel, stopping of the train for safety’s sake would have indicated an attempt at wrecking.”
     This short talk came from a man in evening dress. He evidently had just alighted from one of the carriages. His good sense caught the fancy of the crowd at once. He was the man of the hour—the being in the right place at the right time. He declined to give his name.
     By the time the train bearing the President’s party must have been at Ferry Street, but had the President heard the cheers he would have known that, deep-seated in the hearts of his countrymen, was something that made that crowd at the foot of Porter Avenue thankful that his coming to the Pan-American City had not been marked by any unseemly [attempt?].