The sun., 1916-09-17
where Are the Faces Of the Great?

Men Of forty aud more who have
driven their devil wagons through the
country since the national conven-
lions have observed. with that regret
to which reminiscent middle age Is
addicted. TINT things are not what
they used TO he. The calm. disnitied.
receptive faces NJ the Candidates do
not look from the windows Of the
People as they did when GARFIELD
strOve wirh Hancock. when cLEyI-
LAND fought II on, with BLAINE, when
HARHIsoN and CLEVELAND battlei
twice with alternating fortunes. and
when the benign MCKINLEY was put
ting to rout the blatant BnYAN.
Here and there a picture ot a Pres
idential candidate, plucked from a
Sunday newspaper. IL seen pasted on
q window, but the appearance Is spo.
radio; no system IL behind II. Vet
there were Presidential years when
he was a craven householder who did
IlVt DiuNOu hIS ~ uph'hiSS ~ NV PEI
lor window. Even the candidates for
Vice-President had a showing almost
equal to the party p%rOtagonist. Mr..
Arthur and Mr.. ENGLISH, Mr.. HEN.
pEIcKs and General LOGAN, Mr.. Mon
TON and Mr.. THURMAN, Mr.. STEVEN
SON and Mr.. REID. Mr.. HoBART and
Mr.. SEwALL-every boy knew their
Autographed likenesses. for boys were
fierce partisans then. and they often
brought the pictures home to be put
in front Of the real Nottingham cur
tains, sometimes to the observation
Of the transparent view OF Niagara
Falls. But what boy outside Of Ind!-
ana has a broad knowledge Of the
beauty Of THOMAS RMrY MARSHALL?
What boy would know Mr.. FAIRBANKS
were he not q part of the last of the
golden age Of window pictures?
There were banners. too. In those
dear dead days. No voter so humble
that he could not tack a %tri-cOlOred
streamer In the gable Of his cottage
no village sO dull Of spirit that II had
not at least two poles with streamer'
on. These were good hickory masts
chosen from NewtOn's Woods In July
and dried with the bark on to prevent
cracking. ED CLARK. the blacksmith
donated a pulley and II cleat, AM
HowARD MERRILL. the local merrhan
disc prince, gave a lanyard. jim
ScULLY dug the hole, and the crew
Of Champion Hook and Ladder M.
There was no No. - did the raising
on a Saturday night after the popu
lace, bathed and suppered, had com
down to the post Office. Perhaps the.
do It vet. but motor travellers repOr
that the Ed Clnrks are more u
cerned with raising the price NJ gaso
,ene and repairs.
Where Is the torchlight parade II
which CLEVELAND and BLAINE wer,
glad to ride, drawn by white horses
in the hest barouche the town cOul,
.bonst? The black smoke Of the swing
ing tin torch Is carbon In the celes
tinl v Of Cosmos. and the Goa
upon which 1t dripped Kerosene L
toO old for even the attic. You cal
see what Is left OF the barOuche be
hind WHLiAMs's repository, but tn
horses are beyond the mystic sum
mons of red headed girls. On Sutur
day nights, when the People Shout,
be standing In the glorious glow o
red fire paid for by the county com
mittee and rocking the welkin wit
their cheers, they are sitting indoor
and watching the worries Of Wan
da." Whittier are we drifting?
Maybe hero worship has abou
passed. Perhaps Cold Intellect ha
replaced the longing for that patrI
otto thrill which MAX NoDAu assures
us was u sign Of degeneracy. Di'
MARX HANNA exhaust the treasur
81 popular manifestation? Whatevc
the reason. old boys are sad.