New-York tribune., 1920-06-11
Lodge Deaf to
Cry for Borah;
Hears Cannon ,
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not been SO far away. The only carry
ing voice &C The day which came to
the platform was that of Medill Nc
Cormick. 1t is a gorgeous voice, huge,
vibrant and warm. He used it with
great eloquence and power, but all he
had to say was "the Committee Oil
Resolutions will report at 4 O'Clock
and though he did his best no orator
can stampede a convention with such
material.
Cardinal Gibbons, in all the brave
scarlet Of his official robes, was strik-
ing figure when he opened the conven-
ton with prayer, but he was quite IN
audible. After that the convention did
little but adjourn. In the afternoon
there was bit of demonstration
when Penrose's name was reached n
calling the roll of national comriittee-
men, but he is not among our heroes.
Nor is Joe Cannon. For the life OF
us we cannot understand why the polit-
ical foes of man begin to love him
as soon as he has wrapped himself In
years. Still We might have liked the
speech if we could have heard it. At
least, there was good gesture IN it 2nd
Mr.. Cannon pledged the convention in
a glass of water. with all the grace
of an actor trained in the school of
romantic drama.
After that the young man with the
good circulation came forward and
tried to lead the convention in singing
Smiles" We've heard that before,
which may have taken the edge off our
enthusiasm. Or perhaps the effect was
somewhat marred by the fact that most
of the delegates kept shouting "No"
throughout the selection and that this
noise confused the band, which thought
the cheer leader wanted his old favor
lite, 'The Long, Long Trail," and gave
it to him.
Glutton for Punishment
He was glutton for punishment
and went on calling for songs in which
nobody would join him. However,
much as We disliked the young man
the first day we saw him, we found
that the worst was yet to come. We
don't suppose we have ever felt quite
so murderous toward anybody as we
did to that young man when he wiped
his brow and said, "And now let's try
In the Good Old Summer Time.
That ended the singing and there
was nothing else of moment except a
fight in the Georgia delegation be-
tween a man named Johnson and an
other named Pickens. The Georgia
delegates were very much excited about
IL ana we tOOk sues, 100. because WHen
Pickens's name was called he refused to
vote for himself. He was not elected
and we felt sorry, but not enough to
spoil our day.
Then there was silence for as much
as you could get with fourteen thou
sand fans futtering. Far below us in
the press box we could see Vicente
Blasco lbanez with his two Interpreters.
One of them knows Spanish and the
other knows politics. Nothing of all
the proceedings gets to the novelist ex-
cept by virtue of a fast double play.
Stragglers Fill Aislcs
At this stage of the proceedings the
police allowed all stragglers in the
rear of the building to troop forward
and fill the aisles. In the galleries we
were packed like sheep in snowstorm.
The man who sat on our feet was ex-
planning politics to his wife. He said
that he was for Hiram Johnson because
Hiram believed that every country
should run its own affairs without any
outside interference. Then he added
that Johnson would probably 90 down
into Mexico and make those Greasers
behave, and that we ought to take the
country over anyway because there
was so much American money invested
there.
We were afraid that if we stayed we
should get into an argument and it
was much too hot. Anyhow, by that