Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1920-07-03

BRYAN EFFORT
AT FRISCO HIS 4
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faithful henchmen Bryan carried on his
battle.
The newspaper writing which he #did
was prodigious.
He kept a trio of secretaries busy.
Straight from fight he would go do
room and there, pacing the floor, or il he
were ever fatigued, lying on a bed, he
would speak" his story to the man at
the typewriter.
Occasionally he dictated as he ate
Often he became eloquent as he die
tated.
Editors who were expecting his daily
stories in different corners of the land
would begin to worry about press time
that Bryan, who was up to his neck in
his battles, might be too busy to write,
but never did the hale old man fail TO
have his stories ready for the wires.
Most of the newspaper men wrote for
a morning or evening newspaper.
Bryan worked for both.
His stories were long; he did not spare
himself in writing" them; they were far
longer than the average journalists story
that went at high telegraph rates to the
east.
''HOHE HOUR"
NOT MISSED.
Not once during the eventful week did
Bryan miss the home hour" at his Ne
braska headquarters at the St. Francis
hotel every evening, where folks would
begin to gather for a handshake with
Bryan.
They came from all parts of the coun-
try.
Mostly they were homely folk-farm-
ers from Nebraska, who had moved TO
California or TO other places and had
come to the convention as delegates.
ANY evening. at the "home hour
you might see these folk farmers and
/ their wives, waiting, with smiles, pass
ing their time at homely talk for Bryan
to come In.
You were welcome in that big room.
Either Bryan's brother, Charles, a tail.
lanky Nebraskan, or some OF the sec
retaries, would be ready to receive you.
They did not look at your badges,
whether you were q delegate or not was
all one to them.
The secretary apprehended that you
were an old friend Of Bryan and that
you had come to shake his hand and
tell him you had known him for years
and believed in him.
At last, sweating, perhaps from N
committee session, or fresh from having
Spoken" his stories to his typewriters,
be would enter the room, all smiles and
the reception would begin.
He wasn't the politician at those times
he was only a good-hearted old man.
who had lived busy life, full of friend
ships, who was enjoying the fruits On
good Will and decent citizenship.
a few minutes later he would be
again the heart Of his fight, matching his
generation-old experience against the
- H. h. nod
TO san Francisco from the whitehouse.
NEW PARTY
MASTERS WIN.
The new masters of the party have
won
Perhaps he kept New York, headed by
the eloquent Bourke Cochran. from put
ting wet plank in the platform. but
that is the most that either Bryan or
his friends can claim for him.
His great moment came, while the
standards of the states were being
rushed toward the platform where be
stood. smiling after his eloquent speech.
But this was all for oldHne's sake.
few minutes later these came men
on the convention floor were rearing out
their dissent TO Bryan's planks.
And a little later in the ballot for can
didates the great name Of Bryap drew
one single vote from the state Of Michi-
gan.
In 1896 Bryan stood on the platform.
amid the unexpected tumult and
smiled.
Today he stood, and wept not sadly.
so It seemed to me, but happily, Ike
a man who knows full well the vanity
Of human acclaim as compared with the
satisfaction of lighting a good fight,
even with failure as its end.
That half hour was much like the
home hour" in the hotel; a matter Of
old friendships and AUD Lang Syne."
When Bryan goes TO Nebraska this :.
time he passes beyond the range OF poli-7
tics.