Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1912-07-09

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 At Helm Every Minute.
 The weary but hawkeyed McCombs has been sitting on the platform Of the Baltimore convention for week, watching the faces, sensing the feel ings of the people in that great hall. What he has been doing when the convention was not in session he alone knows, but a reporter who talked with him in his apartments on the seventeenth floor of the Hotel Emerson observed that he had tele- phones in every room of his suite. Not one telephone to table, but two and tIdere on every available table They told silent tale in themselves.
 In the convention he was a wonder. There was a tumult in the Oklahoma delegation. Instantly McCombs sig naled to the young son of the tlind senator from Oklahoma, and father and son were hurrying out into the aisles to find out what was going on, and whatever it was to turn the ad- vantage of it for Wilson.
 Everybody loves Senator Gore. But the things which the Champ Clark fanatics of the Missouri delegation said when they saw Mr. McCombs make his painful way to the side of the senator from Oklahoma and give Il m battle directions on the floor, would not look well in this or any cthe" family newspaper. The blind man made trouble in Wilson's favor wherever he went.
 A point of order seemed to be show ing that the Clark influences were obtaining temporary advantage over the fighters for Wilson, McCombs hurried over to MT. Palmer and inn mediately that accomplished strate- gist, would either demolish the argu- ment or else support it in such way that the sentimental advantage was left with the Wilson men.
 These men were, all of them-Gore Palmer, Burleson, Davies, McGraw, Salisbury, Ball, MeAdoo-field mar shals. But there were a hundred more, many of them young Princeton graduates, who served as messengers and jolliers, as evangelists in the fight for political holiness.
 Knew When "Deluge' Was Due.
 But chief of them all was big Fred Lynch of Minnesota. MT. Lynch had a fight on as slational committeeman this year. He is highly powdered political machine with a queer search light of idealism out ahead of him all the time. Lynch discovered the la mented John A. Johnson of Minnesota pushed way for him through the crowd and gave him chance to be governor. He later made Johnson a candidate for the presidential nomina- ton at Denver, and then withdrew him before Johnson had accumulat- ed the disfavor which grows on any one in politics who does not know when it is time to quit. Lynch knows politics, he knows men, and he knows the signs of the times-the comtina- ton sounds trite, but there would be more very great statesmen in this country if there were men who knew all three at once.
 This is the conversation between MT. Lynch and Charles F. Murphy of Tammany Hall, just before the great Wilson landslide yesterday:
 MT. Lynch-Mr. Murphy, you better come with US. I'm telling you the truth for your own good.
 MT. Murphy if you're right l couldn't. I'm all tied up.
 Mr. Lynch-Get united, quick. Here l said it was friendly act. We have got this Ctouching one finger and mapping a statement of startling i'm portance)-and this (touching anoth CT finger).
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 Mr. Lynch-And this-and this (touching two more finsers). And, friend, I'm telling you this because l know that your game is my game, and you don t like Ryan and Belmont and the rest of this bunch that wished it. self on you, and that Bryan is trying to make stick on you, any better than l do. Come on in while the water is fine.
 Meantime, somebody, who was talk ing the Virginia language, was, work ing in the delegation of which T. F. Ryan himself is a member. And few minutes later came the deluge.
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