Election Night Fever in Yakima
When the telegraphs went silent and the news was thin, the local Democrats sat in gloom until the evening train brought a joyous turnaround.
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There was a restlessness to be observed among local politicians Tuesday. The great battles being fought in the middle states, the east and the south, were sufficient cause for the anxiety shown, which was intensified by the lack of telegrams. Money was raised for the purpose of getting dispatches, but harmony didn’t seem to prevail between the subscribers to the fund, and the telegraph company and the former became stubborn and finally declined to negotiate farther. Those interested managed to get a couple of dispatches about New York that night, but the news was meagre and unsatisfactory. Efforts were made the next day to learn something through the medium of private telegrams, but although it was rumored that the republicans had news, the democrats heard nothing except through their republican brethren, who claimed everything. It was a mournful period for the un-terrified, and nothing came to change their feelings until the arrival of the east-bound train, which brought the daily papers and H. J. Snively, who was loaded with the cheering news of the victories in Iowa, Massachusetts, New York, and other states. Preparations were then made to celebrate. Cord wood and boxes and barrels were hauled to the vacant lots on the corner of Yakima Avenue and Front Street, four anvils secured, and the festivities commenced. One kind of powder would not give enough noise, so another was provided. The bonfire did not seem bright enough for such an occasion, so coal oil was added.
“The republicans were wreathed in smiles, while democratic chieftains congregated in back rooms and had a very funereal appearance.”
Election anxiety is a timeless American experience, though the medium of 'news' has shifted from waiting for a train and the arrival of an out-of-town lawyer with newspapers to the frantic refreshing of digital dashboards. The raw, communal celebration involving anvils and coal oil bonfires on a specific street corner is a vivid reminder of how political identity was once physically manifested in the center of town.
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