The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-01-26
"Mr. Chairman! .
"Mr. Remington +"


"Mr. Remington
The big man who had broken
the silence before now sprang to
his feet again. Remington" he
shouted enthusiastically. Rem
ington! Give 'em hell. Paul; give
'em hell" The crowd took up
the shout. Remington! Rem
ington!" While the applause
lasted, Eleanor saw young man
walk rapidly toward the stage
from his seat in the rear of the
parquet.
"Who is he?" she demanded of
her brother.
"McAdoo's mouthpiece," he an
swered shortly, shifting uneasily
in his seat.
AS he stood on the platform
waiting for the applause to sub
side, Paul Remington thrilled
with the knowledge that his mo-
ment had come-a moment such
as comes but once in lifetime,
and to but few men. All the
night before and all that day to
the hour of the convention, he
had placed his rooms planning
his speech; Whipping himself into
an emotional delirium. AS one
in a trance, he had walked to the
theater and witnessed the pre-
liminary proceedings. And he
had found the properties right,
the atmosphere electric with eX-
element, the crowd eager, tense,
ready to be played upon by a
master hand. The dramatic quail
ity of the moment was the last
spur needed. His theatric soul
rushed to his need. Every fiber
of his being was 'aquiver with pas
sion-a passion for the moment
real, dominating, overwhelming.
And before him sat the woman
of his dreams.
He raised his hand and the ap-
plause ceased. There was an in
stant's hush.
81 am not here to upbraid.
y"
The tragedy that had come in
to her young life had left Eleanor
Gilbert but one relic of her girl
hood, passionate love of music.
AS the first words fell from Paul's
lips, she felt thrill. For a time,
giving no heed to the sense of his
words, she listened with the mu-
sician's trained ear to the won
derful voice, deep yet resonant
and flexible, under perfect con-
troll, carrying family minor
quality. Gradually the spell of
the orator took hold upon her.
The voice ceased to be the musi-
cal instrument, became the medi-
UNI for the transmission of his
passion. Every paragraph, every
sentence was chariot of fire,
carrying some burning truth
straight to teh heart of the nearer.
1--WE are citizens of no mean
city. We are the industrial leader
of an age distinctively industrial.
But l do not boast of
our achievements, rather of those
that achieved. The work and
greatness of this city are the work
and greatness of the hundreds and
thousands of men and women who
here live and strive. To the or
ganiZer, the capitalist who has
reaped the first fruits of our SOW
ing, l do not begrudge one jot OF
the praise due him. But the one
factor in our progress without
which it could not have been pos
sible has been the Drawn and
brain and industry of the people
And so in the nation.
When the American republic
was founded. the triumph of dem
ocracy was believed compete. But
eternal vigilance is the price OF
liberty. And we-almost to our
Iundoing-have slept" In simple
yet vivid words Paul went on to
describe the commercial, indus
trial and political evils that have
taken root among us.
Yes these evils" he declared
'pernicious as their immediate eff
fects, might be endured, were il
not that they threaten the exist
ence of our vital institution, pop
ular government. Time was, per-
haps, when our industrial kings
were content to build within the
pale of the law. But industrial
conditions and methods changed.
The law lost its reverend quality.
Wealth entered the realm of poll
tics. Vast political machines con-
trolled by vaster financial rings,