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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 BETTIES SEE BIG FIGHT—BY NELL BRINKLEY - . —x XOKISOL-** ft irfRSK®,::M■”! PALL Z ' dkissL kS, Z ■ * B»p I 81«”" W •raU gJ ter, a M” £ BSObli *wM l w rfSUw ’MW VtWL di t /AGrrJ Hi L I. ■ < W-I.| || —* —— —>LL_l a l • / * 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. SHIPMENTS MADE DAILY the kind I grow. This ie peach belt, where the finest peaches are grown, and that’s I’m in the heart of ths what I’ll do for you: Selected Extra Fine Peaches, six large baskets to crate, 250 express prepaid to any point in Georgia v Fine Peaches, run of orchard, six baskets to crate, OO express prepaid to any point in Georgia Write for prices and terms to points outside Georgia. SEND MONEY ORDER OR CHECK J. O. BOOTON, Marshallville. Ga. 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. 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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. 3