The Washington times., 1936-06-27
NOW
Scribe Bids One
And ALL
GOODBY!
BY HELEN ESSARY

PHILADELP HIA, June 81.
When a few hours have passed,
Mr.. Roosevelt will have told the
thousands on Franklin Field, and
the millions throughout the world
of the radio, that he accepts for
a second time the nomination Of
the Democratic party for the
Presidency of the United States.
But before the Democratic con-
vention of 1885 becomes mere
memory, I want to say:
GOODBY!
To staid old Philadelphia gone
mad as only Quaker can go mad
when the spirit moves him.
To patriotism and COW bells and
sirens and flags and banners and
bands, to Senators, governors, to
caucuses and committee meetings.
to sleepless nights and jumbled
DAYS, to hurting feet and i'm
promptu parties and rumors and
planks and burst balloons, ana
demonstrations and press confer
ences, to badges-blue, green, pur-
ple, yellow, red, white and blue.
To honorableS and loud speak
ers, to lobbyists and the Liberty
Bell, to applause and mob scenes
to the wall of the siren, to gaveLS
for whose rap the convention does
not come to order.
To cooked-up enthusiaSmS ana
IL hours of nominating SpeecneS,
to the Philadelphia motor bandit
patrol escort of Cactus Jack" Gar
ner. to the belle from Texas who
stood in a blue satin evening gown
on the cobblestoneS and kissed
Cactus Jack when he arrived at
headquarters entrance.
To big Jesse Jones who almost
hid Cactus Jack from the cheer
ins multitude.
To elevators that you took when
they were going up, so you'd be on
when they came down.
To hotel corridors Seething with
big shots, nas-beenS. and hopetuls.
To thoroughfares never cleared
dav or night, and cobblestone side
streets over which the taxls
bumped you; to the Joy boys and
girls who never slept, who fought
in the room above and raped on
your doors at 4 a. m. just Tor tun;
to Jazz bands that worked on a
24-hour schedule; to drunks and
drunkesseS.
To the statue of william Penn
with his back to the convention.
To fat delegates with Hawaiian
leis around their short neckS, to
raucouS lads shouting "Rah for
Roosevelt" while decorated with
donkey heads.
To the Texan who asked Mrs.
George H. Earle, wife of the Penn
Sylvania governor, to write her
name on his two-gallon hat and
her address too in case he forgot
where you lived"
To the Philadelphia Democrat
who cried fervently, There's the
Secretary of State! Gawd, just
'spose I'd a missed him." And
to Mrs. Hull looking pretty and
bewildered and saying, Il think
Cordell forgetS I'm here"
To the Mummers on parade in
the streets and those other mum
mers in convention hall.
To the best and cheapest hotel
and cafe food I've eaten for years.
To the agreeable headquarters
of the Woman'S National Demo
cratic Club and Mrs. Edward B.
Meigs, it's successful president.
To Anna Boettiger and John,
following a 60mile-an-hour police
escort.
To National Anthems and State
songs and hoarse voices, to an
old-fashioned headache, tablets
and eye washes, and the fate OF
the nation and scrapple and lady
seconders.
To the tons of cigarette butts
and torn papers and chewing gum
wrappers thick on the downtown
streets daily.
To Mrs. Nat Brown, Of st.
Louis, who daily feeds $500 OF the
unemployed of st. Louis without
State, Federal, or municipal help,
and encourages her hungry de-
pendants to work for each other
and their food.
To long-haired Urey Woodson,
of Kentucky, who liked to tell
about the time he gave stranger
who'd lost his tickets a seat in
another convention and watched
the stranger civilian Jennings
Bryan) stampede the delegates
with his Gross of Gold" speech.
To the little fat girls in the ele-
vator who were carrying "bokayS"
to Senator Duffy-mind you, not
Guffy."
To my fellow citizen and citizen
esses whom 7 love in theory-but,
oh, how I hate 'em in the push
ing, perSpiring mass.