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Source: Cortland Standard
Source type: newspaper
Document type: article
Document title: “J. G. Jarvis Was There”
Author(s): anonymous
City of publication: Cortland, New York
Date of publication: 7 September 1901
Volume number: none
Issue number: 2912
Pagination: 6

 
Citation
“J. G. Jarvis Was There.” Cortland Standard 7 Sept. 1901 n2912: p. 6.
 
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Keywords
Joseph G. Jarvis; McKinley assassination (eyewitnesses); McKinley assassination; Leon Czolgosz; Pan-American Exposition (impact of assassination).
 
Named persons
Leon Czolgosz; Joseph G. Jarvis.
 
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J. G. Jarvis Was There

 

Saw the Anarchist Thrown into the Pat[r]ol Wagon without Ceremony.

     Mr. J. G. Jarvis of the Traction company’s o[ff]ice returned from Buffalo this morning. He had just entered Music hall at the doors nearest the president when he heard the sharp crack of the revolver. A struggle was evident about thirty feet away from [him?] at the point where the shot was fired. Then came the rush of people to get in and others to get out of the bu[il]ding. The word was passed that the president had been shot. Mr. Jarvis could not see what was going on there at first for the jam. The building was soon after cleared by the police and by the s[o]ldiers who were encamped upon the grounds. Several detachments of ma[r]ines, of artillery and of infantry were all there to make memorable the president’s visit to the exposition. These were called into service at once to aid the police. Twenty minutes later a police patrol wagon came right up [t]o the place where Mr. Jarvis was standing. He saw the would-be assassin Czolgo[s]z thrown into the patrol wagon. The officers used no ceremony about it either. He did not look at the time as though there was a bit of life in his body. He had been jumped on and pummeled by the detectives who arrested him and his [f]ace was covered wi[t]h [b]lood. He fell into a corner of the patrol wagon and never offered to stir. His eyes were half closed at the time. The patrol wagon moved off, but the troops were needed to protect it. Three times it had to alter its direction before getting to the West Amherst gate. There were no loud shouts from the crowd, but the under current [sic] of low tones of the angry multitude was terrific. Had it not been for the troops the man would probably have been taken possession of. Several times the soldiers had to charge the crowd to get the wagon through.
     The buildings were soon after closed up, and the electric lights were not turned on it [sic] all last night. The result was that the grounds were deserted by 9 o’clock.

 

 


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