The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-10-31
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with this man of yours" and prayer sup
ported by a smile as ngratiating as know
how to summon back my evil deed. Since
the lady and I are by way of being friends
the appeal wins. She signals silently that
all Is still well between us, picks UP Edge
with her fine smile, withdraws him from
the landscape and leaves the world to Har-
ding and to me. I press the tip Of my nose
against the screened door.
Hello Senator! Good morning" He lifts
eyes from the unbelievable mountain of
mail, most dazedly at first. as tired men do
when their minds. soaked and saturated
with detail, must struggle a moment for
readJustment to new situation.
oh hello, Hill. thought for a moment
that you were a politician. I dreamed last
night that six of them were sitting upon the
edge of my bed, all armed with straw vote
results and their own biographies. Honest.
If don't get some golf pretty soon I'll blow
up. Come In
The Talk Is Included to Give Our Readers
Clear Ideas of his Human" Side.
I drop down into the armchair which Is
opposite his screw chair, and the Senator
leans back with what fattered to be-
lieve is an air of relief and an attitude of
relaxation. 1 tell him I hesitate to take a
minute of his time, but that THE New YORK
HERALD had a notion that something could be
presented to It's readers which would give
them a clearer idea of his human" side than
they had been able to get possibly from
spot news and from the rather inflexible
biographies and character" sketches dis
seminated In the way of partisan propa-
ganda. He laughed
Honest, HILL he says, II am a human
being. Don't you think so?"
/ reply with perfect truth that he had
presented without effort most of the agree
able, poseess natural and sincere traits that
/ was used to associating with regular folks.
The remark seems to please him. He mods
again. somewhat thoughtfully this time.
Its nice to hear you say that" he says.
But it's nothing more than has been known
here among my neighbors for many years.
II you want TO get Dick Crissinger mad
Dick Is a Democrat, you know, a regular
old time Democrat-send somebody around
to say that Harding is a stuffed shirt. Dick
would knock his head off. That's typical.
Listen. Do you know the thing that has
pleased me more perhaps that any single
feature of my campaign? III tell you. It's
the way the people here in Marion have
rallied to me, all kinds, all parties. l don't
want to boast you know that, but a mans
neighbors ought to have n pretty good slant
on him, don't you think? And II prophet
lacks honor in his own country, IL strikes
me there's a pretty good reason why ne
goes shy Of 1t elsewhere"
Harding has dropped the cumbersome
rhetoric. the long, sometimes much too In
volyed and heavy style that weighs down
his political talks and has fallen into
habit of speech natural to him; simple,
STRAIGHTFORWARD, human talk, spiced with a
little slang and favored with homely idioms
and colloquialisms.
II IL interesting TO study the man as ne
talks. chewing at the unlighted cigar and
rocking back and forth in his screw chair
Graphic Pen Picture of Man Who Looks
Like a President.
II ever man looked as II he ought to be
President Il Is Harding We have all seen
men in crowds sudden portraits flung up by
chance. flung on the screen of our conscious
thoughts. who looked as II they should be
sitting on the Supreme Court bench. Judges
all over by the outward seeming of them
Just so Harding In face and figure. shape
of the head fine brow smooth. Iron gray
hair. lean nose with It's Roman bridge. wide
firm mouth high cheekbones and wide. solid
Jaws, strong, heavy chin good. close setting
ears, big body with wide shoulders and its
deep chest, the whole cut and lib OF him the
living picture of what Presidents should be
in flesh and bone and good red blood. In up