Concerning the Event [excerpt]
A representative of
The Post Express overtook Miss Anthony on East avenue one day this
week. She was accompanied by a gentleman whom introductions disclosed
to be her brother, Colonel Anthony, the “fighting editor” from Kansas.
It was the intention of the newspaper representative to ask Miss
Anthony if she had anything to say about anarchists in the United
States, but before the representative had had time to put the question
to her, she zealously inquired—“And what is your paper saying these
days about the assassin and his kind?” “Ah!” replied the newspaper
woman, “I stepped up to you, Miss Anthony, so you would tell me
something to put into the paper.” “Well, is there anything better
than deportation for anarchists, think you? That is the best thing
to be done with them, isn’t it?” Colonel Anthony sustained his sister’s
views, and was vehement on the subject of deportation.
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Often it has come into
the public’s mind within the past two weeks, to wonder why, if there
was a Mrs. John G. Milburn, there was not more heard about her.
The Milburn family, as is known, moved out of their house in toto,
to give it up to the president’s uses, with the exception of the
head of the house, President McKinley occupying the room of the
two sons, who are students at Eton college [sic], England. The staff
correspondent of The Post Express, who was at Buffalo during the
president’s week of suffering, when asked on his return to tell
something of Mrs. Milburn, said that the wife of the now nationally
distinguished host, was a womanly woman, of modest but strong, distinguished
bearing, yet unostentatious in manner, and with an unmistakable
depth of feeling and largeness of heart. “Many women of fashion
would drive up to the Milburn residence,” said he, “and deposit
their cards with an air as if they were attending a function, but
Mrs. Milburn, not oftener than once a day, would drive quietly to
her home, unobtrusively enter it, aiming to do [so?] unnoticed,
if possible, and after remaining only long enough to proffer further
services, as if such a thing were possible for the Milburn family,
would withdraw and would drive away, quietly, as she came. On the
last fateful night, when all was over, she could be seen by herself
leaning against one of the trees at the corner of Ferry street and
Delaware avenue, with one hand against the rope which marked the
sentries’ post. The tears were in her eyes as she stood silently
suffering the nation’s poignant grief; not wishing to enter her
own home lest she might intrude. Mr. and Mrs. Milburn’s two sons,
who came to Buffalo in June, are now about to return to their studies
in England. Mrs. Milburn, by reason of her distinguished husband’s
position, and her own charming and gracious personality, is a leader
in Buffalo society. She is interested in many of the city’s charities,
especially those for children. She is a member of the Twentieth
Century club.
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