The Vinita daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1902-1913, 1912-07-15
WISE PROPHET
WAS FAULKNER
Tells The Truth About Bryan And the
Rout of the Bosses.

Washington, July 15.-James w.
Faulkner, oracle of the Olen tangy,
Iancient annex of the esteemed Gin
cinnati Enquirer than whom there is
no equal in the horde of journalistic
juggernauts, writes in his usual high
ly entertaining and enlightening way
a rather intimate story of the inllu-
ence of William Jennings Bryan in
the Baltimore convention. Only those
few who are not addicted to the habit
of reading Jim Faulkner's comment
in the Sunday Enquirer need to be
told that he has been doing most of
the thinking for political patriots and
brigands in Ohio for several genera
tions. He originated the style of liter
ature for which Sam G.. Blythe, of the
Saturday Evening Post, has become
famous. Here are Jim's grandfather
ly observations in toto:
Columbus, Ohio July 1S.-ff any
person pretending to the possession
of knowledge gives it out oracularly
that in the late fracas at Baltimore,
Md; William Jennings Bryan was
run over by steam roller, had his tail
feathers pulled out or lost his hold
on the party, bet him one million dol
lars in pennies that he is full brother
to the monkey of the jungles. It is
true, possibl, that William lost the
consideration and respect of certain
politicians whose little game he block
ed most beautifully, but it is not true
that he lost anything else. And do
not let anyone, however high his brow
may be, get away with the story that
the bosses ran the convention. That
is one of Hon. Theodore Roosevelt's
hallucinations.
The politicians were like the cele
brated pack of for-hounds that mis-
guided man imported into a country
infested with wolves. He took them
out for a trial run and they disappear
ed in the timber Whipping up, he
followed the trail until he came to a
cabin by the roadside in front of which
sat man with sandy chin-whiskers,
who was meditatively smoking corn
cob pipe.
"Neighbor," said the foxhunter, did
you see anything of the pack Of dogs
around here?"
The smoker nodded.
How were they doing?" asked the
owner, with pardonable pride.
"Wa-al, it appeared to me they we're
lettle bit ahead of the wolf" was
the answer. And that's the way the
bosses won at Baltimore. They NOM
mated Governor Woodrow Wilson
after Bryan was through with the job.
The houn' dawgs, the Tammany tiger
and all the other forelooping animals
of politics We're the fox-hounds, and
the Nebraskan was the wolf Of the
story.
"He Had Everything"
The gentleman from Lincoln out
maneuvered the whole crowd of. them.
Like first-class checker player, every
time he lost man" he jumped two
of their pieces and landed in the king
row. When they started they had a
majority of the convention, the crowds
and the claque. When they finished
he had everything they began with
except the money SO deftly did he
work his plays that all the money out
side the United States treasury
couldn't have bought the nomination
for one of the Twelve Apostles The
convention was clean in that respect,
and he made it so. The gathering may
have been noisy and rought at times.
but it was on the level His opponents
fought hard, but he fought harder, and
while they may be sore over his tri-
umph they certainly were impressed
with his prowess.
His winning was simple enough in
its methods. He appealed to the great