Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-10-30

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from early to late at his headquarters.
He rave to the campaign Its most sensa-
tiouai incfdente-his attacks upon Richard
Croker and Thomas G. Platt. whom ne
Threatened to prosecute for various
crimes. should he be elected mayor. His
cdiidldacy gave to the coming election its
9fSNtest element of uncertainty, for, ac-
coriing to expert politicians, 1t was prac-
of Bryan's vote of last year would go to
0korGe instead of Van Wyck.
Last night. Mr.. George spoke in the
borough OF Queens and later In the Dor
ouGh Of Manhattan. at the Central Opera
house. He was greeted by large and en-
thuyiastic crowds everywhere. In one of
his last nights speeches Mr. George said:
~ have labored for years to make my
self known, and now at last these things
are all written down. I believe that all
philosophy Of the right of every man to
eat, to drink, to speak. as he sees fit, SO
long as he does not trench upon the rights
OF any other toiler'-whose devoted
champion he has been all his life.
Mrs. George and Henry George. Jr,
have been solicitious regarding the effect
of the terrible strain of his being bundled
out at all hours, from place to place each
day and far into the night, and making
speeches before wildly enthusiastic gath
noted again and again that his faithful
wife sat beside -ier husband on the plat
form from which he spoke or watched
closely from point of vantage close by.
Mr.. George had not been strong for the
past three years, and his son, Henry
George, Jr.. has been his companion in
almost every enterprise in which he has
engaged. going with him on his tours of
the West as special newspaper corre-
spOndent in the last Presidential cam
paign, and keeping close by his side in his
movements in the campaign.
Within the past day or two, close
friends or Mr.. George have noticed with
apprehension a marked change in his APP
pearance and manner. His eyes grew dull
Wrinkles came at the corners and his
eyes sunk in hollow caverns. His voice,
usually resonant and pleasant, now
pitched almost to piping treble in con-
VerSatiOn, was Querulous, while he seemed
Ike one whose nerves were so highly
wrought that they might snap without
warning.
The pace of the campaign was harder
than this man, high-strung and sensitive,
could maintain.
Mr.. George was about IS feet, inches
tall. and of slender build. His head was
bald and his brown beard was fast be-
coming gray.
The Journal and Advertiser. this morn
ing, contained an article on Henry George
written by Alfred Henry Lewis. who Wis
tied the famous single tax advocate at
his headquarters in the Union Square
hoteE yesterday. OF his impressions, Mr..
Lewis wrote:
This r1enry George was not the Henry
George l had met less than two months
ago. When l saw him last, he was tran
quill, quiet, even steady as to nerves. ra-
tional, sedately cOntented, talking of his
books and his tax dreams. Today. l met
"a man, haggard, pinched. with a face as
thin and peaked as a pen. His eye roved.
his hair was tumbled, his face the theatre
of disorder. If he was the picture of any
thing, it was his ambition made desper-
ate. There was despair. too. in his face,
as II in dim way he looked into a
future black with disappointment. / tell
you 1t was shock to see the man.