The Washington times., 1936-06-22
NOW
SideLights From
Philadelphia
GENIAL JIM
BY HELEN ESSARY

1IOTS pl6dSdIlG. DO LGdu VIC olSA
behind the piled-up bags and type
writer.
We we're whizzing along at 81
miles an hour. l had leaned owe
to read the Speedometer as WI
tore down the street between thu
waving flags and the seals of thu
sovereign State of Pennsylvania.
you seem in a hurry, driver"
"Sure. We gotta step on it
this morning. Clear the way for
the real guys. They'll come in
later"
On the messanine floor of the
Bellevue-Stratford, headquarters
of the Democratic National Com
mittee, Mr.. Farley had appeared
suddenly, stepping lightly on his
toes, he always walks that 1ay
and looking remarkably slim about
the waistline, and remarkably
creased as to black-and-White
striped trousers.
Instantly a mob of people sur
rounded the chairman.
"Oh, how do you do, Mr..
Chairman? I'd like so much to
ask you if you can"
"HelIO, Jim, what about four
tickets to the convention? My
brother is a personal friend
Of"
"Mr. Postmaster General, I've
been waiting for you for three
hours, and you promised
that"
Il wouldn't ask you for the
tickets if"
"Mr. Farley. 1 represent the
United Women of Oklahoma
and they are anxious"
"HOw are you, old pal? How
about that little job yOu-"
Mr.. Farley plowed through the
crowd like an AAA tractor, Snil-
ing, shaking hands. saying:
"Sure. Sure. I know your
brother. Sure, I'll do what 1 can.
See me later. Look me up to-
morrow. Speak to my secretary.
Glad to see you. Glad to see
you"
And to me in a whisper:
what I'd like to do is to go
to the ball game. But it can't
be DONE"
In the pink parlor dedicated to
Mr.. Farley, a crowd of colored
delegates sat waiting for the chair
man.
In the green parlor, dedicated to
registration a dozen clerks, volun-
tary and paid, sat and waited for
arrivals.
Photographers as plentiful as IT.
year locustS wait for celebrities to
appear.
The Attorney General of the
United States. Click, click go the
cameras.
Miss Mary w. Dewson, vice
chairman of the Democratic Ma
tional Committee, witty and forth
right-amazingly vital, arrives in
q hurry.
"It's Molly Dewson-yOu know
she runs the women. Please,
Miss DewsOn, will you pose with
Mrs. Borden Hartman, the hos
pitality chairman"
Mrs. Hartman is cool and
Smart-looking in green and white
frock and green hat. Reporters
take notes of her costume. Photog-
rapherS give orders:
"YOu and Miss DewsOn talk to
each ether. Profile now. Keep
it up. Look pleased"
Looking pleased is an easy
Job at this convention, young
man."
Thus answers Molly Dewson.
In the broadcasting room. Mrs
James H. Wolfe. director of
women's division, Democratic Ma
tional Committee, is waiting for
the second to begin her informal
talk and looking composed and
pretty in a blue linen frock. Mrs.
June Fickel, assistant director OF
the women's division, holds the
fort in women's headquarters,
says her new son Danny is 18
weeks old today. She had to
leave him out in Iowa and go
speech making, and now here
she is.
On the sixth floor of the Belle
ue-Stratford. A mob of people
as long as depression bread line
hope outside the door of Mr..
Quayle for press badges. Says
Mr.. Quayle::
"See you in a couple Of hours.
I've got to go in and get a little
breakfast. Haven't even had a
cup of coffee"
A table, two tables, are wheeled
in to Mr.. Quayle'S room. One is
for the gentleman in the adjoin
ing room, w. Forbes Morgan, sec,
retary of the convention.
In the room marked ENTER
tainment." Mrs. w. Forbes Nor
gan in a luscious white dress with
a short, dark green velvet coat
and an air of great chic. Her sis
ter, Hope Jackson, is in white
linen with one of those covered
wagon" poke bonnetS, marvellous
for youth, but to be avoided b!
those whose illusions have van
inShed.
And Mrs. "Chip" Robert ("Evie'
to be more personaD in soft blue
and-white coat dress. A blue ha
with flat cerise roSettes.
/ At the late dinner hour in {
, hotel near headquarters. (Tht