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Famous Woman Writer Is Disappointed Because Colonel Roosevelt Doesn't Appear in Hall
NELLIE BLY'S STORY OF A DAY AT THE CONVENTION
She Thinks the Ex-Pres
ident Could Have Had
the Nomination Just
by Asking the Con
vention to Give It to
Him.
CHICAGO, June 22. —Here Is Nel
lie Bly's own story of what she
san and heard at yesterday's ses
sion of the bier Republican conven
tion :
By NELLIE BLY.
It was going to happen, it was
something impossible to define. It
was in the air. It was thrilling. It
was sensational. It had never oc
curred before. It may have been
bloodshed or only a surprise. No
body knows what it was. Nobody
asked. Still everybody went about
whispering warningly to everybody
else. “Just wait till tomorrow.”
Christmas morning never found
earlier risers or more Interroga
tion-laden minds. Everybody want
ed to get to the Coliseum first, with
the result that crowds packed the
streets for hours before the doors
opened.
There was no late arrivals, and
when the doors opened the people
began to gush In just as waters
gush out of* opening canal gates,
and in the briefest time this flood
of people filled every inch of space,
•fitting and standing, in that vast
hall.
It was a friendly crowd —it did
not matter whether you knew any
one or not, you just talked to them
when the occasion arose. It was
neither flirtatious nor bold—just
natural as one would converse with
one's intimates.
"We missed you yesterday when
you went away.” said one man who
sat somewhere In our section. "We
needed you here to root for Teddy.”
“Thank you,” and I remembered I
had to leave early. I answered:
"But I am ready to root all day
today for Teddy.”
•“Good; we’ll talk to you through
your hat,” he laughed.
I had previously asked some men
back of me if my hat was in their
way. They protested it was not
and one gallantly said:
“I like that hat and I like it where
It la—keep it there.” So I did.
NOT FLIRTATIOUS.
PRUDISH OR PRIM.
Just here I want to say I never
eaw a finer assemblage of men.
Their behavior is royally perfect.
They are not flirtatious or bold,
prudish or prim or fresh, conceit
ed or cringing, offish or familiar —
they are natural. Soma towns and
many conventions are given to
drunkenness, but I have not seen a
drunken man since I oame to Chl
esgn Brooklyn carries the prize
as a “drunk” town. Drunkenness
so much the habit In Brooklyn
that they laid the streets out zig
sag so the drunks could wobble
horns,
Back to the day when the mys
»erlonß H was to happen, a minis
ter stepped forward to pray.
Whether all the people had not got
seated yet or whether they had
noticed what I said about them
the first day. I cant tell, but al
most everybody stood up while the
minister in a few brief words told
God to show us how to run the
convention this day.
Perhaps God heard and obeyed,
tor Mr. Root pounded on the table
with his little hammer and the
meeting was announced adjourned
until 4 o'clock in the afternoon
That's what happened. Nobody
wanted to go. Groups formed. Ar
guments and visits were made.
BRYAN MAKES VOTES
FOR MISTER BRYAN.
Bryan sat in his little reporter's
chair on the edge of the balcony
and made votes for Bryan. An end
less file of men went by and each
one said, with slight variation, the
same thing: ‘Tm from Kansas,
colonel, and if Roosevelt is not
nominated I’ll vote for you. I’m
from California. Mr. Bryan, and if
they don’t nominate Roosevelt I'll
vote for you"—every one repeated
It until it sounded like some mode
of salutation. The clever Mr. Bry
an shook each hand and smiled and
replied with apparent appreciation.
It looks like Mi Bryan for the
next president to me. That which
was to be a Republican convention
full of surprises turned out to be
a Bryan reception full of assur
ances. No wonder the Democrats
said when Hoot was made chair
man. "AH over but the cheering of
the Democrats," and then went
away, smiling, satisfied to lay plans
for next week. There is where
Teddy missed it.
|_ION AFRAID TO
TASTE THE ROAST.
If instead of sitting down in the
Auditorium Annex with detectives
and guard, and policemen sur
rounding him as It In were the
Kohinow ami the crons jewels all
in one. he had walked,.-or taken a
taxi. If he preferred, and come
down to the convention the first
day. walked in. like a free Ameri
can citizen and said: "Here 1 am,
gentlemen. I have .100 votes and
then 90.000 j>.• i .-.■»>>- back of me
v.lm want Im . I demand the nom
ination,” he would have got U. He
eame like a lion and scared them
dead and ihen h< hopped within
ten f, et of their ■ amp tire, ,smelt
the roasi ;m<l ih*v<' trite '’’l a
g : OU I.
And the steam roller, finding the
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Drawn oy Nell Brinkley.
The Chicago girl, the Boston girl, the Western girl, the Southern girl, the New York girl. A riddle For the Sphinx.
Lion had not jumped upon It, grew
bold and said to its followers:
"You see that Lion Is afraid.
You smell that roast? Well, if you
desert camp you'll not get a bite
snd we’ll take away even that
which you have.”
So he lost, the Lion did Sup
posing Napoleon had ridden that
white horse Into Paris and rushed
into a. stable and stayed there;
the trouble is—that Teddy did not
take the hurdle.
EVERYBODY WAITS
FOR IT TO HAPPEN.
Thence Democrats rejoice.
The things that didn’t happen in
the morning were promised, so
back the fifteen or twenty thou
sand expectants shot. Then the
same message, “No session until
two." Everybody yelled. In the
top row one could hear the name
of Taft. A hoarse and well Inten
tloned Individual skied his hat and
Issued an unintelligible and hoarse
cry through a megaphone. Some
one picked up an American flag
with Teddy’s picture beneath and
started to move through the hall.
It wras doleful—no one seemed to
be courageous enough to swell the
ranks muttnally. Sudden spurts of
yelling broke out in different loca
tions, but they did not last long or
create much sensation. But no one
went away. The order was made
to clear the hall.
A threatening gentleman in a
badly fitting suit told us by mega
phone from the platform that the
hall must be emptied as the lights
would go out In five minutes. No
one left. The chief of police tried
it. He looked fine in his uniform
and he knew ft. He stepped upon
the platform snd announced that
the hall must be cleared. Nobody
moved. Then he turned to the
press division and said: “You’ll
have to get out. We have orders
to clear the building.”
"But we can’t go," yelled back a
press representative. "We are here
to see something happen.” and they
stayed.
ROOT STARTS AWAY,
BUT FEARFULLY STOPS.
Chairman Root took up his coat,
and bat. He was going Good.
All we Teddy people liked to see it.
A cry from the depths of the
crowd started: “We want Teddy.”
A score of steam roller stock
holders rushed to Mr. Root and
every one tried to whisper to him
at the same time. He sat down
suddenly, fearfully.
“He's afraid to go, lest Teddy
comes and steals the convention,”
I said, and everybody whispered to
everybody else; “He’s afraid to
leave for fear Roosevelt comes.” I
jumped on the platform—l shook
hands with hitn.
"How do you do, Mr. Root?” I
asked. "I have come to talk to
you, and Nell Brinkley has come
to illustrate you.”
“Very goptW he said. “I will
help along with the interview.”
Then I did it.
“Mr. Root, do you really think if
Mr. Roosevelt Is out of it that the
Republicans can elect a president?”
He looked shocked. He glanced
at me fright* nedly, then stepped
back aS if to retreat. There was
no place to go. He looked appeal
ingly to his friends for aid, "Real
ly he hesitated. His friends
closed in and that interview termi
nated.
Moral: When you want to catch
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, JUNE 22, 1912.
a hawk don’t introduce yourself
with an explosion of dynamite.
Dr. Depew came on the platform
to speak to some friends (politi
cal), Mrs. Depew holding his arm.
She’s a quiet person and generally
in blue, and though she says noth
ing one feels her strength and that
Chauncey is leaning entirely upon
her and obeying—and that is a
good thing for Chauncey.
HISTORY ALL WRONG
ABOUT THE REBELLION.
You ought to see the colored del
egate from Kentucky. He was
having a white shirt argument
with one from Texas.
It was a fighting that war gave
you the right to wear that white—
shirt.”
"My father fought, yes. sir, he
fought in that war to give me the
right to a white shirt.”
That’s the first intimation I ever
had that a. white shirt was the is
sue of the rebellion. I have always
felt history is inaccurate. %Now I
am convinced. But then, writers
used to have a false modesty in
the days w’hen no one had legs. It
was startling to know a white shirt
caused a long and bloody war, un
der the cloak of the slave market.
One little delegate from Georgia
was murmuring despondently and
miserably to himself: "Samuel’s in
the Lion’s den.” "Did you just hear
it?” I asked. “That was long ago
—don’t feel so bad.”
“Teddy’s my Samuel, and he's
in the Lion’s den,” he wailed.
Time proved—no Teddy arrived
—the crowd began to dwindle—not
because they had been told to just
because Teddy was a prisoner in
Elba and nothing happened.
Even the -white-haired woman
who had held her place against a
dozen officers and ushers, when
the older first came to clear the
house, got up and left w'eary, de
spondently. Nothing had hap
pened. The rain began to come
through the roof. The crowd got
hungry. Teddy did not come.
Nothing happened. Everybody went
home disappointed.
THIS BURGLAR ISN’T
UP ON HIS FRENCH;
OVERLOOKS A “BET’’
If the burglar w'ho entered the home
of W. D. Green, 256 Ivy street, had
been a college graduate he wouldn’t
have overlooked the bet he did.
Mr. Green went home to find a win
dow had been broken, his family being
away, and there were traces of a
stranger having ransacked the place.
“But the only thing I missed,” said
Mr. Green, "was a bottle of ordinary
corn liquor which stood on a table.
Right beside it was a bottle of flue
French brandy, but the label was also
French, and 1 reckon the negro wasn’t
up on that language.”
RI VERS RE ALT Y CO.
TO SELL FIVE LOTS
AT AUCTION JUNE 27
The E. Rivers Realty Company will
hold an auction sale of central proper
ties Thursday, June 27.
Three lots at the southwest corner of
Houston street and Piedmont avenue
and two lots on the cast side of Pied
mont avenue just north of Decatur
street will be sold. Each lot measures
25 by 200. Spirited bidding Is expected
aoid the sale iVill be marked by good
old auction-time enthusiasm.
HUBBARD’S CONVENTION STORY
By ELBERT HUBBARD.
CHICAGO, June 22.—Woman has al
ways played » big part in the world’s
affairs, biologically, socially, dramati
cally, theologically, politically.
She lias never been, however, in
charge of the electric-controlled steam
roller. or its predecessor, the royal jug
gernaut. At the most and beet the flat
iron and the hatpin are hers.
Some years ago, in Saskatchewan. I
saw the peculiar sight of a hundred
women hitched to a breaking plow’. At
the handles there tvas a valiant Duka
bohr. of the male persuasion, who is
sued his orders in a clear, steady bar
itone, in tvords I did not understand,
but the omport of which was unmistak
able—" Steady now! all together! One,
two. three, and away you go!”
And so they lumbered straight oft
across the prairie, pulling and tug
ging. turning the virgin soil that the
eartl; might laugh a harvest.
And I said to myself: "This Is a
curious sight, but it is not nearly as
curious as it would be if a hundred
men were hold of that rope and a
woman at the handles of the plow."
Men Do Bidding of Wom»n.
Men do the bidding of woman, but
it is always a bit of make-belief and
the man is playing to the gallery and
his owm self-esteem, first hypnotizing
himself into the fond belief that he is
the slave of the fair, frail thing.
Yesterday a woman was in charge of
the Republican national convention.
For 30 minutes the invincible, cold,
chilled steel composition of Elihu Root
was powerless.
Root is big enough always to give
other people their owm way—and at the
last have his.
When the convention steed takes the
bit in his teeth Senator Root does not
struggle with him. He simply lets him
go.
And when the psychological moment
comes he gives that bloomin' bronc’ a
yank, first to the right and then to
the left, ind the animat is under his
control.
The convention got a-going on grav
ity, and Root leaned hack wearily, ad
justed liis badge and examined his
mail.
Tliis Joan of Arc business is no new
proposition to the Silver Gray Fox. He
saw all this in a former incarnation,
when he was Cardinal Richelieu, and
before, but the lady who led the forces
yesterday was not the pale, worn,
shriven, sexless Maid of Orleans. Neith
er was she a silly young tiling, unde
veloped and over exposed.
She was of the amazon type, a mod
ern Menad, robed in w’hite, well dress
ed. but not too well dressed.
She was young, but not absurdly
young.
She was tall, lithe, strong, handsome,
gorgeous with emotion, intoxicating
with the glamor of the limelight.
Not Too Spontaneous.
It will hardly do to swear an alibi
for this fair lady and declare that the
whole thing was spontaneous.
It was about as spontaneous as were
the speeches of the politicians, all of
whom had their manuscripts right with
them.
A few orators started in with beauti
ful show of making an extemporaneous
Speech, but soon they began to .fumble
in the dark recesses of their pockets.
Hadley was too wise to resort to any
such subterfuge, and so he carried his
manuscript right in his hand, but never
referred to it, using it only for purposes
of confidence and gesture.
It was a wonderful Delsarte propo
sition.
Hadley Is so wise that, he knows the
only way to win is to get the politi
cians by being honest.
They can’t understand It.
I am told by those who know that
ladies just turned twenty-eight are
never wholly ingenuous.
Woman wins her battles by subtle
psychology. She doesn't know how, and
couldn’t analyze or explain the matter
if called upon to do so. Feelings take
possession of her.
The audience was tired out with ora
tory! and near-oratory, harangue, talk,
bluster, invective and threats that never
made good.
Then the fair daughter of Illinois in
the gallery, waiting the psychological
moment, picked her spontaneous pic
ture of Teddy out of the ether, waved
it aloft and sent out a shrill feminine
shriek of Teddine Teddyitis.
The lady evidently had studied music,
for she knew the value of teritpo.
Into every lull of the shouting Mis
souri compromise she sent a shrill,
searching soprano.
She had twelve thousand pairs of
glimmers turned upon her in half a
second. Chairman Root merely’ paid
her the compliment of a grouchy
glance.
The California delegates, full of the
spirit of gynecocracy, turned their cry
of "Hadley! Hadley! We want Had
ley!” into the old shout of “Teddy!
Teddy! We want Teddy!”
Led Before the Lictors.
And with their golden Teddy bear, in
lieu of a golden calf held high aloft,
symboling “by this sign we conquer,”
they marched straight in the direction
of the gorgeous girl in the gallery, who
was still sending out her wireless
high C,
Wilbur Nesbitt says: “Bombazine
Eat Peaches and Cream
You can get the cream at home, but I’ll send the peaches direct from my orchard.
I’ve made a hit with my FROM-ORCHARD-TO-HOME PEACH Proposition. Folks
seem to like the big. luscious peaches I send them, freshly picked from the trees. The
dew is hardly off of them.
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and chiffon ever play blf parte in the
world’s drama.”
The Californialane were led by a
Lord & Thomas man of the Roosevelt
publicity bureau.
But credentials were not scrutinized,
and so the Californians filed up, circled
the fair amazon, led her forth down
into the Roman Caliseum, where the
lictors sat. Around, backward and for
ward they went, and the cry of "Had
ley!” was merged off into that of “Ted
dy!”
The Lady Pompadour made a speech,
but no one heard It, not even the offi
cial stenographers.
But the suspicion is that we didn't
lose much.
Beautiful women do not have to be
either coherent, consecutive or logical—
their looks are eloquent and their ges
tures convincing.
Feeling lubricates the world, and
sympathy prevents the economic hot
box.
In vaudeville, Martin Beck would cal)
this a “plant.” Was it?r
Sure, Terese: sure. It had the look
of spontaneity, as all good artistic
stunts ever do, but it was art—high
class art.
Anyway, she put it over without once
disheveling her marcel self-respect.
It was ladylike and pleasing, without
being risque or bizarre.
All who had paid $lO for a ticket felt
that they were getting their money's
worth.
Your Uncle Trusty roared with de
light.
The act might have been a "riot”
were tr not that the stage manager or
dered Assistant Chief of Police Schuet
tler to inject a little local color into
the playlet.
And the gallant captain gently led
the lady to her seat as the band in the
gallery played pinochle.
After the performance the chief lu
minary, attended by her maids, called
at the Congress hotel.
She.was admitted to the Royal Pres
ence of Colonel Bat Masterson and
given the popoc.ratic benediction.
The Lord & Thomas man was allow
ed to kiss the kingly hand.
And far away across the moor, past
the Indiana sand dunes, and' over the
prairies wide, was heard the cry of a
lost loon, calling plaintively to its mate,
"Cuckoo! < 'uckoo! ”
Then all was still or reasonably so.
Convention
Sidelights
Oh, You Daughter!
Oh, You SIOO.
CHICAGO, June 22.—Samuel Baum,
a convention visitor from Waterloo,
lowa, was overwhelmed shortly after
midnight yesterday when a young
woman rushed up to him at Waibash
avenue and Congress street and threw
her arms about his neck.
"Oh, you daddy, I'm so glad to see
you!” she cried.
"I gueaa you have made a mistake. I
don’t believe I ever saw you before,”
said the astonished Baum.
Ten minutes after the woman ex
cused herself Baum missed SIOO In bills,
which he had carried in hi» vest pock
et.
Big Mail ’
For “Reporter.”
James D. Preston, in charge as the
press section In the convention hall,
came Into the press box with a big
bundle of mall In his hand yesterday.
"The Coliseum postmaster wanted
me to help him get out the newspaper
men’s mall,” he atdd. "It’e all for one
reporter, William Jennings Bryan.”
Hadley Some /
Off-Hand Spellbinder.
Governor Hadley of Missouri,, Whose
stirring oratory and bell-llke voice have
charmed the Coliseum crowds, does not
write out his speeches tn advance and
rehearse them ip front of a mirror.
Many persons who have sat under the
governor's verbal spell in the last few
days have been heard to remark:
"Os course, that speech was prepared
and studied out In advance, although ft
does not sound that way; does itT*
Whereat a neighbor would reply:
“Why, no man could speak that wa«
off hand on the epur of the moment. It
does not come so easily as that extem
poraneously.”
Governor Hadley was seen at bls ho
tel in the evening and the question ws«
put to him point blanki
"Do you write out your speeches in
advance and commit them to memory?"
He smiled as he replied:
"No; J don’t. I just think out what I
consider the right thing to say and go
ahead and say it.”
"How do you go along without a skip.
without a glimmer of hesitation?”
"Oh, that’s nothing,” the governor re
plied modestly. "A whole lot of speak
ers can do as well as I."
Move On Now!
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don’t bulldoze the bowels. They gen
tly persuade them to right action, ar rt
health follows. 25c at all druggists.
A sprained ankle may as a rule be
cured in from three to four days by
applying Chamberlain's Liniment aud
observing the directions with each bot
tle. For sale by al' dealers. "*
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plant would make you realize the valu»
of accurately ground Eyeglasses. Their
Kryptok Bifocal is the aristocrat
among Eyeglasses. Most comfortable
and dressy glass made. 42 North
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FUNERAL NOTICE.
HAIJL. —Friends and relatives of Dr. and
Mrs. J. r. Ball and family are invited
to attend the funeral of Dr.' J. r.
Hall Sunday. June 23, 1912, at 3 p. m..
from his late residence, 137 West Fair
street The members of W H. T.
Walker camp and Comanche tribe of
Red Men, No. 6. are especially invited
to attend Carriages will leave the of
flee of H. M. Patterson & Son at 2:30.
FUNERAL NOTICE.
i"~o the Chiefs and
Members of Comanche
Tribe No. 6, Improved
Order Red Men: You
are hereby commanded
to be at the Red Men’s
Wigwam Association
No. 86 Central avenue,
Sunday, June 23, 1912.
at 2 p. m„ for purpose
of attending the funeral
of our decreased broth
er, Dr. J. P. Hall, No
133 West. Fair street
Interment at Westview
icemetry. Ail brethren
of other tribes are ex
tended a cordial invitation to meet
with us.
E. K. GRIMMETT, Sachem.
Attest:
HENRY H. GREEN.
Chief of Records.
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