The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1924-06-14


ening session was set aside solely
GOODNESS of the old man seemed for
moment to awe the crowd.
Too Much Fish.
Mr.. Cooper is a good speaker. For
a minute or two one could almost have
vision of another Grown of thorns
and cross of gold" episode like that OF
Mr. Bryan's in 1896. But no. Not on
this fish-blooded crowd In few
minutes the jeers began again. "Sit
down." 1--WE don't want to hear that
stuff" He's a Democrat-Socialist!
But the old mans voice swelled above
the din. The aged body Strengthened
and grew tense with emotion. Mouths
gaped with wonder at his fervor It
was the first spontaneous moment
that this convention has had. 1t was
a voice out of the past-of an old bib
lical prophet, as tho come to life out
Of the preachers twaddle of the invo-
cation. One began to have a sense of
shame and sorrow, as at exposing
human heart to butchers knife, but
it was only a voice out of the past,
speaking the outgrown philosophy of
the western prairies of 1850 protest
against Time, a protest that was soft
and doomed to failure.
Galleries With Cooper.
The crowd seemed to like the show
the first kick of two tedious days.
The timekeeper advanced to touch the
old man on the shoulder; his time was
up. Somebody shouted, Times up;
sit down." But considerable roar of
mo, keep on!" made the timekeeper
stop with his arm extended.
The old man continued. At the end
of his speech he began reading the
"LaFollette platform" as a minority
report.
When Cooper came to the passage
denouncing the oil thieves, l looked
at Harry Daugherty, sitting among the
Ohio delegation. Daugherty, in the
most strained ostentation, was self
consciously talking with his neighbor
Another reformist passage was met
with yells of mol" And then the
jeering and heckling began again
When Cooper read with fervent into
nation the recommendation that fed
eral judges be elected by popular vote,
a fat man in an aisle seat shouted
Socialist" The speaker turned a
white-haired and solemn, naive face
toward the interrupter. "A gentle
man says Socialist he said. well,
when l introduced for the first time
the proposal for the election of United
States senator's by the people, that,
too, was called Socialist" he said.
Fat Boy Is Noisy.
Il agree; it isl" yelled the fat man
And as the speaker continued, the fat
man again interrupted to shout:
TELL us about Lee-ninei" Nenin).
A low murmur, in which the word
"Bolshevik" could be heard, swept
over the hall.
Mr.. Cooper ended, and Chairman
Mondell raped the gavel. "All in ia
vor of the minority report"
LaFollette's cherished plan went
down under a roar of "Noesl" that
had the flavor of thunder. The major
lily recommendation was put and car
ried with an equal roar of "Ayesl"
Harry Daugherty raised his hands
above his head to applaud wildly. He
leaned back, with open mouth, and
yelled with joy, like child.
Boom Follows Boom.
And so the real business of the con-
vention ended last night. LaFollette
is flattened and only served as pleas
ant diversion, anyway.
This morning the delegates are
strolling in, with a mien of want-to-
go-home Nothing to do but vote for
vice presidential nominee-as soon
as they are told whom to vote for.
Tired of endless drilling in "booms''
that are never confirmed by the
bosses, the automatons have dropped
the booms one after another. The
name OF Hoover is floating today,
more than before. But don't take any
thing too seriously, until William M.
Butler, the sleek looking business
G. Bascomb Slemp and Nicholas Long
worth behind him, sends some one out
the runway to place in nomination
the name Of?
And yes. by the way-Mr. Samuel
Gompers is in town. ! can't find him.
Nobody can. l found Matty VOLTS
signature on hotel register-but
that's all in sight. Mr.. Gompers is
here to voice the demand of Labor"
for light wines and beer But from
the Republican -circuses,
but no bread-and no light wines and
beers.