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2 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. a) ™Wly S gM mF’ r'N i.—♦ 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. TAFT’S “STEAM .ROLLER” SMILE ■ 111 ■ ■ ——— ——— 1.1, I I—. I ■ ’ V' • • - * '• , k r i \ " wist j Y ’ wK I UR®. a * * , , i ' :±ML i w & "Oar .. ......... wHHI He jJbHrHhhShl 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. 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