“While holding a reception in the Temple of Music at the Pan-American Exposition, Buffalo, September 6, 1901.”
. . . a medium-sized man of ordinary appearance and plainly dressed in black, approached as if to greet the President. . . the man’s right hand was swathed in a bandage or handkerchief. He worked his way to the edge of the dais until he was within two feet of the President. President McKinley smiled, bowed and extended his hand in that spirit of geniality the American people so well know, then suddenly the sharp crack of a revolver rang out loud and clear above the hum of voices, the shuffling of feet and vibrating waves of applause that ever and anon swept here and there over the assemblage.
“PRESIDENT MCKINLEY’S LOVE FOR CHILDREN.”
“Giving his buttonhole carnation to a little girl at one of his receptions.”
THE AUTHENTIC LIFE OF WILLIAM McKINLEY, Our Third Martyr President.