City’s Dress of Mourning
Scarcely a Store That Is Not Draped in Black
FOR THE NATION’S LOSS
Pictures of the Martyred McKinley Are Numerous All Over the City.
Toledo’s dress of mourning is complete.
A great majority of the business houses of the city, as well as
many of the residences in all parts of the city, by sombre drapings
have been bade to bear mute testimony of the city’s respect and
its sorrow in the death of the nation’s president.
Never before in the history of the
city has public sentiment been so universally expressed by the draping
of its buildings. In the hearts of the people of the north the martyred
president was second only to Lincoln, in the hearts of all the people
his memory will hold a place all its own.
A tour along Summit street, through
Madison and along Adams, Jefferson and Monroe last evening was well
worth the uncomfortableness of straggling through the night’s drizzle.
No turn could be made but what the almost universal sorrow was expressed
in some way.
Not satisfied with draping their buildings
in great streamers of black, rosetting the windows in the same sombre
hue, and festooning the doorways, some of the retail houses took
great pains in arranging display windows especiall [sic]
in view of the national tragedy. One picture which was greatly admired
represented Columbia robed in the flag of the nation, pointing with
tear-dimmed eyes to the picture of the late president, in a wide,
deep setting of black.
Draped pictures of the president were
everywhere—the store without a display of some kind was the exception.
From the window of the city’s chief executive’s office looked down
the martyred president. Great placards were everywhere in evidence.
“We Mourn the Loss of Our Departed President” was a sentence showing
from a hundred business house windows.
Even the street fakir with his ever
fruitful ideas, took advantage of the sentiment of the public and
disposed of thousands of mourning buttons of home manufacture, being
old campaign buttons on a background of black.
The usual Saturday night rush of trade
and commerce was comparatively hushed—the public had not yet regained
its self-composure. It was an unusual Saturday night. Streets were
deserted quickly. Stores were closed early. The silence of death
was in the air.