The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-28
FORMER PALS
SNUB STEVE IN
PRISON TOUR
Only Lieutenant Governor
Says Hello When G. O. P.
Editors File BY.
JACKSON PLAYS SAFE
Stays in Warden'S Office;
Mrs. Robinson Tries
to Dodge.
BY BEN STERN
Times staff Correspondent


BY BEN STERN
Times staff Correspondent
MICHIGAN CITY, Ind, June %.
Powers of Indiana Republicanism
of today passed by their leader OF
yesterday within the grim confines
of state prison, but neither did they
salute nor did they smile.
CARRIED in the white of prison
mess hall waiter, instead OF the
flowing white he once wore-the
regalia of a grand dragon OF the
Ku-Klux Klan-D. G. Stephenson,
grim-faced but eager, watched the
procession.
Only one of today's great had the
courage to speak. Others who had
anticipated seeing the once-great,
lodged and turned behind loaves of
bread to avoid meeting the eyes of
their former car.
Pass Making Tour
Members of the Indiana Repub-
lican Editorial Association who
came to Michigan City for their
midsummer outing today we're not
speaking of the program OF enter
tainment which had been arranged
for them, but instead, of the white
faced, pudgy figure standing near
a stack of bread before whom they
had passed while making a tour OF
the prison Friday afternoon.
The teeming hives Of prison IN
dustry did not attract the attention
of the editors, candidates and their
wives who are attending the outing.
Instead, their eyes roamed,
searching everywhere for the man
who had made a Governor, a SEN
ator and other state officers.
No One Asked
None was so brave and outspoken
as to ask Warden Walter DAILY
where Stephenson could be found.
Finally, after filing through the
entire prison, they came to the mess
hall.
AS they rounded a corner OF the
losyes of bread, they came upon the
man about whom their thoughts re-
volved.
There is Steve" went the whisper
down the line of the sightSeers.
There he stood with other convicts
of the kitchen and dining room
staff.
Silently, they filed before him.
Not a word was said.
Then
Hello Steve!" And all turned
around to see who had the termerlty
to hail the one-time Warwick.
It was LieutenantG Governor Ed
gar D. Bush, Salem, who may be a
candidate for Governor if the price
of wheat stays down.
Answers UnsmiIingly
Hello Ed" came the answer. But
no smile lit up the white face.
Bush afterwards hastily ex-
planned:
st never was Kluxer and Steve
once kept me from being nominated
lieutenant governor. He supported
Harold Van Orman of Evansville,
but just had to say hello"
Stephenson'S eyes, behind the
steel-rimmed glasses, searched up
and down the line of passers.
Perhaps he was looking for Ed
jackson, whom he had helped name
Governor; but Jackson was sitting
in the warden's office.
Maybe he wanted to greet United
States Senator James E. Watson.
But the senate Republican leader
was busy in Washington.
or maybe he would see the man
he helped make senator, Arthur R.
Robinson-but "Robby' was not
present.
What was that flash of white?
The life prisoners face took on a
look of interest.
It was Mrs. Arthur r. Robinson,
she to whom he had given a neck
lace of pearls during his hey-day.
Mrs. Robinson Dodges
Just at that moment the wife of
the junior senator, accompanied by
her husbands law partner, Frank
Symmes, saw the once Khan dragon.
Mrs. Robinson stopped and turned
her head. Instead of keeping on
in the line which would pass before
the pudgy, pasty faced man she at
tempted to turn.
Mrs. Robinson scurried back and
forth behind loaves of bread in a
frantic attempt to avoid passing be-
fore the one-time close friend of
Mrs. Robinson and her husband.
But all in vain. The line kept
moving ahead inexorably and she
passed before him. Not stopping
to say a word of greeting or to
smile, she turned her head and ap-
peared to be interested in the stacks
of bread.
Stephenson said nothing. A grim
half-smile passed over his lips and
his eyes continued to search the
crowds.
E. E. Neal, Noblesville publisher
internal revenue collector, ami
apologist for Jackson, passed AM
said nothing.
Il never saw Stephenson until
today and although his trial was
held in Noblesvills. never saw him
at that time, Neat said.