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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
COLONEL'S HUT IN
HING FOREVER,
HE ASSERTS
Plans for Formation of New
Party Go On—Denver to
Get Convention.
Continued From Page One.
bAre 200 delegates, where they now
have almost 400 delegates. Heavy Re
publican states would be given two and
possibly three or four delegates to a
district.
Democratic Peace,
Plea of Watterson
BALTIMORE, June 22.—Norman E.
Mack, national chairman, gave out a
telegram he received from Colonel
Henry Watterson. The telegram read:
"No fair objection to the choice of
Judge Parker for temporary chairman
can be made by any thoughtful Demo
crat. As you know, I favored another
for that high honor, but what the Dem.
ocrats of the United States at this time
most need and require is the pooling of
issues, not the raising of disturbance.
1 especially' hope that Mr. Bryan will
see the force of this. Like yourself. I
am his friend. We want at Baltimore
not a repetition of the disgraceful scene
being enacted at Chicago. 1 fear that
if Mr. Bryan, thrice the nominee of
the party for president, should begin
by taking the floor to oppose Judge
Parker, once its nominee, he will not
only raise the standard of factionalism,
but will run the risk of ending a second
Roosevelt, and surely one Roosevelt
were enough for all times and both
parties.
“At a turning, when the very foun
dations of our constitutional systems
are menaced, and when upon the wis
dom and -patriotism of Democracy the
future of free government in America
may depend, it will be criminal to split
hairs over a doctrinal difference, if
there be any, or to dogmatize upon the
details of reform. Such words as ‘pro
gressivist’ and 'reactionary' should
have no place in any Democratic lexi
con. They belong to the Republicans.
They are springs to catch Republican
woodcock.
"The Democratic party at Baltimore
should present the country a square
and solid front, simple, sound, axiom
atic platform and a ticket so obvious
that no Democrat can find a reason
for bolting against it. With such a
guaranty on the part of the party, the
party can not fail of the vote of inde
pendent and patriotic Americans, who
are sick alike of double-dealing and
visionary empiricism.
"HENRY W \TTERSON.”
LAKEWOOD SITE IS
IDEAL FOR BIG FAIR,
SO SAYS COMMITTEE
That Lakewood is an ideal location
for the great exposition of the South
east, being planned by Atlanta men,
was announced today by members of
the committee that visited the site' late
yesterday
"The next step will be to raise tile'
money to finance the ptoposltlon," said
Wilmer L Moore, president of the
Chamber of Commerce
Fulton county, Atlanta and the
Chamber of Uomnurc< were represent
ed on the committee of inspection,
which was made up of officers of the
three. S. B Turman, county commis
sioner; Aldine Chambers. city council
man. and Colonel William L. Peel, with
President Wilmer 1.. Moore and Secre
tary Cooper, of the Chambe of Com
merce, comprised the committee.
DEATHS ANDFUNERALS~
W. B. Vickery.
The funeral of \\ B. Vickery, 62
years old, who died 'ate yestt'rday, was
held early today at the Bloomfield ,v
Burkert chapel. Interment was in
Buckhead cemetery
Adolph James Hollander.
The body of Adolph James Hollander,
48'years old. who died last night, was
carried to ew Orleans early today,
where Interment w ill "be ma le. He is
survived by his wife and one son.
Richard Hildebrand Whittaker.
Funeral arrangements of Richard
Hilderbrand Whittaker, young son of
Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Whittaker, who died
at the residence, 13a East Tenth street,
ye»terday, have not been announced.
Mrs. Alice Donahoo.
Mrs. Alice Donahoo. 56 years old.
died at the family residence on the
Hpwell Mill road late today She is
survived by her husband. I'. P Dona
hoo. and five children. The remains will
be taken to Chamblee. Ga. Sunday fv
burial.
TWO ARE KILLED WHEN
FREIGHT TRAINS CRASH
CONNEAUT. OHIO. June 22.- Two
train hands were killed, tw'o were mor
tally Injured and two others were in
jured less seriously when two Nickel
Plate freight trains crashed in a real ■
end collision in a fog at Crayton. Pit.
three miles east of here today. The
dead: Conductor W. H. Lytle, burned
to death: Brakeman F. C. Ransom,
crushed to death.
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
saw and heard at yesterday’s ses
sion of the big 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 flflefl every inch of space,
sitting 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 answerecj:
"But I am ready to root all day f
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 1 like It where
it is—keep It there." So I did.
NOT FLIRTATIOUS,
PRUDISH OR PRIM.
Just here 1 want to say I never
saw a finer assemblage of men.
TAFT AND T.R. CHIEFS IN N.Y.
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William Barnes, Jr., and I’imolhy L. Woodrufi’. These men are leaders in the iiuhl for dele
gates being waged by President Taft and Colonel Roosevelt. Barnes, who is chairman of the Re
publican state committee, is floor leader of the Taft forces. W’oodrutf. who leads the Kin-'
county delegation, has flopped to Roosevelt s side. They were \<)T together when the photog
rapher snapped them. The two pictures were taken in different parts of the town.
Their behavior is royally perfect.
They are not flirtatious or bold,
prudish or print or fresh, conceit
ed or cringing, offish or familiar—' |
they are natural. Some towns and j
many conventions are given to
drunkenness, but I have not seen a
man since I came to Chi
cago. Brooklyn carries the prize
as a "drunk" town. Drunkenness
is so much the habit in Brooklyn
that they laid the streets out zig
zag so the drunks could wobble
home.
Baek to the day when the mys
terious it was to happen, a minis
tei stepped forward to pray.
Whether all the people lead not got
seated yet or whether they had
noticed what I said about them
the first day. I can’t tell, but al
most everybody stood up while the
minister in a fen brief words told
God to show us how to run the
convention this day.
Perhaps God heard and obeyed,
for Mr. Root pounded on the table
witn his little hammer and the
lift' ting was announced adjourned
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, JUNE 23, 1912.
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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 tin balcony
and made votes for Bryan. An end
less tile of men went by and each
one said, with slight variation, thv
same thing: "I’m 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 Mt 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 "lien Root "as made chair
man. "AU over but the cheering of
tile Democrats," and then went
away, smiling, satisfied to lay plans
for next week. There is where
Teddv missed it.
LION AFRAID TO
TASTE THE ROAST.
If instead of sitting down in the
Auditorium Annex with detectives
and guards, and policemen sur
loundlng him as if he were the
Kohinow and the crons Jewels all
in one, he had walked, or taken a
taxi, if he preferred, ttnd conic
down to the convention the first
day. "allied in. like a ‘free Ameri
can citizen and said. "Here I afn,
gentlemen. 1 have stn> votes and
then 90.000 persons back of me
who want me. I demand the nom
ination." he would have got it. Ho
came like n lion and scared them
dead and then he stopped within
ten feet.of their camp fire, smelt
the. roust and nevy.r uttered a
grow I.
And the steam roller, finding the
Lion h id not Jumped upon it, gr, w
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
and we'll take away fj'en • that
which you haver”
So hey lost, the Lion did. Sup
posing Napoleon had ridden that
white horse into Paris and rushed
into a stable and stayed there;
the tiouble 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
i same message, "No session until
two.” Everybody yelled, in the
i top row one could hear the name
of Taft. A hoarse and well inten
tioned 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 was doleful —no one seemed to
be eoiM ’.geous enough the
ranks mufinally. , 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 hull..
A threatening gentleman in a
■ badly fitting suit told us by mega
phone from the platform that the
hah must be emptied as the lights
• would go out in five minutes. No
one left. The chief of police tried
it. He looked tine in his uniform
and he knew it. He stepped upon
the platform and announced that
the hall must be cleared. Nobody
movfd. Then he turned to the
press division and said: "You'll
have to get out. AVe have orders
to clear the building."
"But We can’t go," yelled back a
press representative. “We are here
to see something happeq,” and they
stayed.
ROOT STARTS AWAY,
BUT FEARFULLY STOPS.
(’hairman Root took up his coat
and hat. 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 seme of steam roller stock
l'.’ .Urs rushed t,o Mr. Root and
i vi ■ y one tfieti to whisper to him
.11 the same time. He sat down
-uddenly. 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
'eave for fear Roosevelt comes." T
jumped on the platform—l shook
hands with him.
"How do you do, Mr. Root'.'' I
asked. "F have come to talk to
sou. and Nell Brinklex has come
to illustrate you."
"Very good," he said. "I will
help along with the interview."
Then I did It.
•Mr. Root, do you really think if
Mr. Roosevelt ts out of it that the
Republieairs can elect a president?"
He looked shocked. He glanced
at me frightened!}. then stepped
back as if to ietreat. There was
HOW ONE WOMAN
WED I GREAT
GONWIDN
Elbert Hubbard Describes the
Scene When ‘Modern Menad’
Led Demonstration.
By ELBERT HUBBARD.
CHICAGO, June 22. —Woman has al.
ways played a big part in the world's
affairs, biologically, socially, dramati
cally, theologically, politically.
She has never been, however, in
charge of the electric-controlled steam
roller, or its predecessor, the royal jug
gernaut. At the most and best 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 was a valiant Duka
bohr, of the male' persuasion, who is
sued his orders in a clear, steady bar
itone. in words 1 did not understand,
but the omport of w hich .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
earth 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 Women.
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 own self-esteem, first hypnotizing
himself into the fond belief that he is
the slave of the fnir, frail "Bling.
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.own 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, and the animal is tinder his
control.
The convention got a-going on grav
ity, and Root leaned back wearily, ad
justed his badge and examined his
mail.
This 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 laxly who led the forces
yesterday was not the pale. worn,
shriven, sexless Maid of Orleans. Neith
er was she a silly young thing, unde
veloped and over exposed.
She was of the amazon type, a mod-
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
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 entirelj 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 KetTttreky? He was
having a white shirt argument
with one from Texas.
It was a fighting that war gave
you the right to wear that whiter
shirt."
"My father fought, yes, sir, he
fought in that war to give me the
right to w ear a w hite shirt."
That's the first intimation I ever
had that a white shirt was the is
sye 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 when 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 vailed.
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 u
dozen officers and ushers, when
the order first came to clear the
house, got up and left weary, 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
I home disappointed
ern Menad. robed in white, weli 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 fail- lady and declare that the ).
whole thing was spontaneous.
It was about as spontaneous as were
the speeches of the politicians, ail
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 wark 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 lie knows the
only way to win is to get the politi
cians a-guessing 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.
And She Started Something.
And so here was our Cook county' •
cornfcd .Menad at the stragetic point in
the vast hall.
The audience was tired out with ora- (
tory and near-oratory, harangue, talk,
bluster, invective and threats that never
made good.
For three hours we had stood this
thing. We wanted to get up and stretch
our leg. We wanted somebody to start
something.
Hadley' came on and finished his
speech. Hadley knows how to make a
good finish. He was the only one in
the convention Marathon who hit the
tape good and strong.
Then the fair daughter of Illinois in
the gallery, w-aiting 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 tempo.
Into every lull of the shouting Mis
souri compromise she sent a shrill,
searching soprano.
MASSEE SELLS RIGHTS
FOR INTERURBAN LINE
MACON, GA., June 22.—The project
ed interurban car line from Macon to J
Atlanta has been sold by the Georgia
Securities Company , the original proj
ectors, to Cowan, & Co., of New York, •
for $50,000. The deal was made by W.*
J. Massee, president of the Securities
company. As work on the line had not
started, the purchasers simply get the
franchises in Macon and Atlanta and
intermediate towns and the rights of
way. It is announced, however, by a
representative of Cowan & Co. that
actual construction will begin in a very
short time, work starting at both ends
of the line at the same time.
ORPHANAGE AT MACON
LIKELY TO BE MERGED
MACON, GA., June 22.—A proposi
tion is under way for the merger of
the Georgia Industrial home, the state
supported institution, and the Heph
zibah Orphanage home, both located in
Macon. The Hephzibah home lost
three of its main buildings in a fire
this week. It is believed that the two '
orphanages will be merged, the Geor
gia Industrial taking all of the’YlO in
mates of the other asylum.
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