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?].