Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-06-15

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part; also the queens, the jacks, the
ten spots, the nine spots and SO on
down the suits to the deuces, of whom
there are countless hordes.
In the final analysis, national
convention is largely composed of
deuces, trying. to masquerade as face
cards, Likewise, as but just stated,
the shouting and the tumult dies.
1t dies suddenly and like the historic
dog named Rover-all over. 1t dies
with the selection of a presidential
nominee, and it's farewell echoes, if
laundering tread of many feet hur-
rying their owners in a mad race to
get away from here to points else
where.
Real Cheers for Hoover
In the present instance, we, it's
listless and jaded survivors, look
ing back next week upon these IA
mlliar scenes, will, no doubt, recall,
almost with shock of reminiscent
surprise, that the only really sponta-
neous, unrehearsed, authentic and
genuine outburst recorded as having
marked the proceedings up until the
time of the decisive ballot to choose
the head of the ticket, came not from
the floor of the Coliseum, but from
the galleries above-came not on sig
nal from some king-rooter to his or
ganized and waiting co-rooters, but
without preparation or prior warn
ing-came not from the delegate
body for some candidate who had a
chance ultimately to win, but from
spectators whose sole interest in the
transactions was sentimental; came
not Tor Wood or LoWden or any as
p1rant with a known following, but
came as popular tribute for man
whose total of votes might be count
wit: One Herbert Hoover. What was
the inner meaning of this? 1 do not
profess to know.
Two Women Starred
From a mass of confused mem
ores OF this convention certain sail
ent incidental details afterwards will
stand out-the fact that two women.
one New York society woman and
the other an actress-namely. Mrs.
Douglas Robinson, of New York, and
Miss Alexander Carlisle, of Massa-
chusetts, both amateurs in politics
and noV1ceS in convention habits
made the two best speeches that
were heard in Chicago; the reflection
that the two most expensive favorite
sons that the world has ever known,
even in this era of the high cost of
candidating, should have gone by the
boards; the unforgettable look of
poignant anguish upon the noble
countenance of General Frank Hitch
| cock when it was seriously suggested
that hereafter the convention repre-
sentation of certain far southern
states should be cut down to match
the Republican vote cast in those
states at the general election, which
meant that his favorite commodity
the colored brother, would be pitiably
fewer in number if the heHish design
were carried out. If the tragedy of
Hamlet with the character of Ham
let left out were a failure, think of
Othello with no black star to play
the main role, while the general
lurked in the wings holding the
prompt book, counting up the house.
That would be a tragedy. }
Procter's Descent
AS the summer wakes and waneS,
we shall remember how Mr.. Procter's
soap-fat merely creased the skids
for his own painful descent, and we
shall wonder since Proctor failed so
utterly whether he would have done
any better with Keith to help him.
But We'll know at last for what he
named his Well-knoWn brand of soap.
He named it for that part Of himself
which fits inside of his hat
We shall think back on the gloom
of disappointment enveloping the
souls of the Pullman porters, prac-
tically every one of whom 1 hear had
dream of being chief doorkeeper at
the White House and showing
the pestiferous white trash
away from Mistah President LoWden.
Reveling in cool breezes on the sill
very strands, I for one, shall recall
how the sweltering heat wore me