The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1920-07-15
"Going' to the Top, and De-
serves It," Says William in
Modest Candy Store.
HOW HE GOT START.
Made His Own Way, Says
Postmaster, Who Taught
Him to Be a Democrat"
By George Buchanan Fife.
Especial Staff Correspondent Of The
Evening Worldly

in high spotless apron, who had been
dividing himself between a talkative
visitor and an evening newspaper
spread on the cigar counter, glanced
up at the interruption and then
STROBE slowly across the shop to walt
on his customers.
The three, in a whispering ecstasy
of indecision. were huddled together
before the Monte Cristo wealth of
colored sweets in a showcase. He
watched them for an instant, a smile
in the eyes twinkling behind his gold
bowed spectacles. and said:
We'll, little ladies'" what's It going
10 be this evening? How about
lollipops?"
He crossed his arms on the broad
glass of the case and beamed patient
~ upon the children.
But a selection OF such importance
was not to be made so Lightly. Fhere
were many things to be considered,
several dishes Of them. in fact, of
varying degrees of desirability. How
ever. choice was made at last, and
three little girls giggled and clattered
out and banged the door again. The.
old man dropped the pennies in the
all, returned to his visitor and the
newspaper.
"oLD ROMAN" is THE ELDEST
BROTHER OF COX.
xHglAA ,,,rr,rNl
features and his closely cropped gray
hair, there was a compelling sugges-
tion OF the old Roman IN this kindly
man. Coatless, collarless, in an apron
that rose to his throat, he rather
tricked one into seeing him in a sort
of sleeved toga as he bent over his
counter. His deep, resonant voice
was another aid to the illusion. 1t
may be difficult to visualize an elder
Roman in a Dayton candy shop, but
there he was.
1t was busy evening. The women
and children of the neighborhood
were soon trooping in for their after
supper ice cream or candy. Now and
then a man came in for tobacco or
a light, and whatever conversation
he could obtain. So the inqulsitiVe
visitor wasr rewarded only at varying
Intervals in the evenings business.
But whenever the old man Ncame
back to him to renew his talk, 1t was
with the same pridetul assertion that
Jim Cox would be the next President
OF the United States.
"Just YOU wait" he said once,
when a party had been served and
he was momentarily free, and youlI
see what a run Jim Will give EN-
and what q beating" His eyes and
his spectacles glistened as he nodded
his head for emphasis. Yes, SIR
lie went on, with an extended finger
marking each word, you wait and
you'll see MY brother in the White
House on the 4th of March.
How can they beat him? Have
YOU ever seen Jim Cox an dtalked
with him? You have? Then you
know 1t Just as well as do. Excuse
me a minute; there's a couple of
ladies who want some ice cream" SO,
with another break in our CONVERSE
ton, he hurried away.
STANcH PARTISAN OF HIS BRIL-
LIANT BROTHER.
No man ever had less envious
brother or a stancher partisan than
lin Cox's brother, William. the
keeper of the little candy shop in
Dayton-the elder Roman smiling
down upon the perplexed children
searching his wares. The shop is a
Amy, .one-story building of brick, at
No 444 West Third Street, neigh
borhood shop" and meeting place.
In gold letters upon one Of Its win
dows is the legend; Candies and
CREAM" upon the other. Cigars"
and the screen doors bang between
them.
William Cox has been there more
than five years and found no fault
with the trade the surrounding COM
munity, set rather at a distance from
the wider, buster streets of the town,
has brought him. He Is siXty-seVen
years old, the eldest of the four Cox
boys. seventeen years senior to the
Governor, who is Sthe youngest.
yes and Jim deserves it, to-" he
said, appearing suddenly at his WISH
tors elbow in another respite from
his tasks, because Jim is the best
man | ever knew. He's going far,
Jim is-as far as Washington. any
way." he added with a throaty
studious boy. He used to read a loltl
when he was helping about the old
farm, near Jacksonburg. Jim owns
the place now, you know. He left
there when he was about thirteen
and went to live with our brother
jn-law over in Middletown. That's
what made Jim. and he's been going
ND ever since. This time he's going
40 the top.
"poN'T LIE, DON'T SWEAR" HIS
BoYHooD LAW.
II remember that Jim was always
reading when he was little fellow
He used to sit up at 1t late at night,
and Pve-seen him with book in his
! hands even during dinner hours on
|A the farm. Jim never had any bad
habits. Father saw to that He used