The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-10-31
Presidential Candidate
Most Unassuming,
and inHeart to Heart
Talk Shows Those
Qualities That Have
Gained High Regard
for Him Everywhere
By EDWIN c. HILL.

MARION, Ohio October 3d.
"wELvE O'Clock noon Of Saturday at
tho ESrding home and the Harding
headquarters hard by here in the leaf
strewn town of Marion. 1t Is an "off' day
in the candidates. personal campaign-no
pilgrim, nary q brass band. only a scattering
Of visitors.
On the broad front porch of the most
photographed house In America sits
United States Senator, oligarch of the name
of Edge, N. ]. He is reading telegram
and glancine occasionally toward the head
quarters ofile 10. his left and within easy
talking distance of the porch. The gentle
man Is hungry and takes the reasonable
notion that his party chief should be also.
Barely dozen persons are in sight upon
this stage where so much partisan drama
has been seen and heard In the last three
months. Three farmers, their wives and
their wonder-struck young. in town for Sat-
urday being, have to themselves the one
time grassy lawn, now inches deep with
flint They stand upon one leg, then upon
the other, talking in whispers as we have a
habit of doing when in regions inhabited
by the great. Jim Sloan, bodyguard of three
President,-Roosevelt, Taft, Wilson-and
hopeful Of adding fourth to his really I'M
rivaIled collection. patiently holds down a
bench srrateg1caIly situated between home
and headquarters
The Candidate Keeps ON Working While
His Assistants Relax.
The headquarters staff publicity man, Jud
Welliver; his six little stenographers;
George Christian slated for Assistant Presi-
dent OF the United States II things turn out
we'll next Tuesday, for that Is what a secre-
tary 10 the. President Is IN fact, and Capt
Parker, Maine man, In charge of private
correspondence. all have laid down pick and
shovel at the noon whistle and have lit out
for lunch. They have gone to the Marion
Club. This is a commercial club supposedly
constituted Of Democrats as well as Repub-
licans. II has done much for Harding,
this band Of neighbors with their team work
In hospitality as the Republican National
Committee thinks II has done.
Just one man remains at work. He sits
in q rear room Of the two story cottage
used as headquarters, room not much
bigger than a packing box, his heavy Shout
ders s!umped forward a small, unlighted
cigar gr1pped in . corner Of his mouth, gold
trimmed eyeglasses assisting his nearsghted-
ness, as he doggedly ploughs through stacks
and heaps of letters and kilograms, an ac-
emulation that would daunt tho Industry
and application Of Charley Schwab Single
door and single window. giving upon the
yard space between his sanctum and his
home, are open. merely screened against the
flies that do not seem to know that sum-
mer has gone.
This Is harding, Warren Gamaliel, wv. O."
to homo folks, and beginning TO DO known
as "uncle Warren" Other men can quit at
IL o'clock and can go and eat Not he.
Other men can take time TO play even In
the white heat of the campaign He can't.
For he Is the most pestered. put upon. har-
ried, enslsved. restricted. bound about and
bound around creature In the whole United
States Of America, the Republican candf-
date for President Other men can defend
themselves with the strong but invisible
fences of social privilege and private right
with which civilization provides private
persons. He Is defenceless. wide open to the
thoughtless, II amiable, invasions of his
friends and TO the greedy. cunning APP
proaches of the office seeker, who sees shin
ing afar off Federal Judgeship or a con-
sulship to South America, who begs for
two minutes and filches twenty from time
as precious as platinum; he babbles to one
who smiles and smiles, yet sees through
him as IL he were glass, II know what's go
ing on in my district, and don't let nobody
tell you different"
Invading the Sanctum to Realize What
Kind Of Man Is Harding.
Day by day in the front porch campaign
have seen all this, noting the cruelty and
the wastefulness of so treating helpless