Saturday Night's Fiasco.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3330, 25 August 1879, Page 2

Saturday Night's Fiasco.

MB KOWE BEFOHE HIS COlil STITUENTS. - 1

One of the most rowdy and disgraceful " meetings that we eTer remember, took place at the Theatre Royal on Saturday evening, where Mr Jiowe, M.H.8., was to address his constituents. The building from pit to dome wii cfammeffrind a large .number thronged the wings of the stage. It is estimated that* there were fuUy 1600 person** ptgwat^iliit y Yery large number were, nnfthjeio gain adnigsion. When the hour of commencement arrived, Mr Strange came forward, but before he could open ; his'mouth be/was assailed by a storm of hisses and groans. Amidst the continuous din 1 he proceeded to propose that Mr Slam'tak* the Chair. This was faintly heard by a ; few, persons on the stage and in the front of the stalls, but the large-bulk of theaudieooe were quite unaware that any resolution bad been • moved. Mr McMenamin 'Stooodid. ;she motion, and on putting it to the meeting, a few hands were.held up. Mr Sims waa some minutes elbowing hip way through the crowd, and when he ascended the stage the clamour became, if TjpwiMe, more deafening.. A few unsophisticated youths' with tin whistles; strutffc Jap a lively air,l and. loud cries; were tiffin for "Black Bob." "-Where's Black Bob," him out. Hit hinurith a brick, noo-o-o. It was an, utter impessifatlUf tp'.addjess the audience in the midst of such a eon* glomeration^of. sound,,SO;.Mr $taUL jat down to let them, as he! express*! it, "tire down a bit/ When he thought the noise had sligfiNjr abated he oame to the scratch again, but Thames throats and lungs are made of; material,.aod;the I .clamour again reached a high pitoK, and Mr Sims cheeked, but not sat down,, and after a rest of a minute-, or two, cameito the front.' But it >*m'evidently no good* the audience were deter. mined to exercise their kings, and Mr Sims had reluctantly to acknowledge aisAtelf beaten. MrmcMenamin thenelsmbered on to the Stage and proceeded to •bliimt a hearing for Mr Eowe, and asked the audience to shut up. ' But it would'nt; so " Mac " said .Hey were no credit to their oduntrj, whether. Eilgliil^vlrish or Scotch. Mr McMenamin subsided amongst laughter, cheers Stod tfWabs. tenlpted to »t*ta beahnjr/eat'lrWeffort wai alio futile,' ;alt|Kii|tb. MJestrsr McMenamin, Comes and Hareourt severally and collectively appealed to Ithe better feelings of the audience. Mr Ehrenfried alto> came, forward., and though he waa ljecfiTfd; mipre jjqrdialjy }t|fn nrfcoua speakers, he did not command* the atten> tion of the- audience long. $jt appealed to the meeting to' give-lMr Bowe a hearing. There was now nothing for it bat to>'lower the «urtain.* iStifcfhe people ■ would not disperse,. evidmly thinking that a meeting^dTJttfive^ •tipporters would be held as soon aa the objectionable element had dispersed.: Vr Denby mounted the stage, «Jttd exhibited a large cartoon, in the centre OtHrmeh was painted a rat. with, 'Ahjs .tqee^urned up." Above was Written Grey's vermin killer," and. below "A rat—dead for a ducat-dead." This produced a mingled storm ;of-hisses and t okeers, and we are informed that one person intended to shy a rotten egg, only ".when he was getting the egg out of his pocket it bust!" TheHightf were then lowered, bat still ai large numI remained in the hall listening to the singing of Greyite • doggerels. These were the words of, one. feelingly rendered by Charlie Hart in his basso profundo .voice— ■ „. ; , •s . . „/.,,. <-w "OhB:"j;Rowe, Whc» w.T.you 50, Furtojrcireieaied; ", You w' i no'u.do ;. ; ; 1 We won't Mve y6a, ' Yer bound to gei defeated." These were the words, but the air was outside, at least it wasn't notitieabto during the cantation of the song. After about an • hour of- this sort of thing the crowd began to disperse. Mr Melhose, whose,,;patience had' been Borely:tried, wa^ able "to put out the gas, and thus terminated Saturday night's fiasco. - /