The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-11-02
NOW
Campaigning
Great Fun
POMERANIA
BY HELEN ESSARY
New York

l nave never TluOSH III PS"
rade before. -.
And let me tell you quickly, 1t
was great fun. Particularly since
my initiation into this campaign
paSttime took place in Manhattan.
1t was worth going hundreds OF
miles by land and hundreds OF
miles by sea to have chance to
crash through the New York
traffic and take the staring red
lights on high, while motor cops
rode sweetly beside us and the
populace cheered.
It was like riding on a fire truck
without the feeling that you had
to put out a fire when you got
there. Probably one OF the
reasons great men run for the
presidency and other offices-is
so they can lead a big pea-rade.
It was fun from the instant we
stepped off the train in PennSyl-
vania Station. Policemen had
formed a lane from the train to
the motor entrance of the station.
Seeing the way thus clear and
Smiling-in New York, Of all
places-gave me a SNUG feeling
Of Importance. Gave it to the
rest Of the encourage, too, though
they scoffed and pretended it was
all in the days work.
The press court-ScrivenerS as
t'were-led the way to the station
elevator - lined with American
flags. Way down yonder in that
cavern where you take taxi if
you're a person of no Importance
about 80 big bloated black limou-
SineS were Waiting respectfully.
We found our way to car No. 8
and sat there while other cars
filled up. The crowd of spectators
was gently pushed back and the
way was made clear for the COM
ing Of the hero.
"'By George" exclaimed one of
the scriveners, "theSe are the
same cars we had for LandOn,
aren't they!"
%And indade they orr, Sir"
replied the square backed driver,
q hint of the auld cOuntree in
his voice. "And grand it was
for him."
Now the Chief was ready to
start. Several secret service men
ran past and back again. Waving
and giving directions. Then a big
open car dashed ahead. On the
back seat were the smiling PreSi'
dent and a big pink Mr.. Farley.
At about 80 miles an hour we
proceeded with dignity through
New York and on to Brooklyn. We
followed the pace of the first car
where the secret service men rode
standing on the running board
and left the seats empty.
AS the lead car like the locomo-
tive of a train made the turns in
the procession, we swung slowly
in behind. The echo of cheers
drifted back from the PreSiden-
tial car. In some places along the
route the crowd burned torch
lights. In the poorer districts
scores Of persons were peering out
Of tenement windows.
In the silk stocking district
some white gloved hands applaud
ed: But many eyes stared coldly
through lorgnetteS.
At the hall a million policemen
or so it seemed-held the popu-
lace in order. Mounted officers
held their sleek, intelligent horses
at an angle against the crowd.
When the crowd moved out too
far the horses trained like circus
horses wedged sidewise into the
mob. With feet almost tap dane
ing and their bodies moving very
slowly and carefully, they made a
lane through which some Naboh
wanted to pass.
The New Deal In POmerania
The New Deal brought con
fusion and peril on Saturday
into the neighborhood of East
Sixty-seventh Street where the
town houses of Mr.. Franklin D
Roosevelt and his mother, Mrs
James Roosevelt, stand side by
side between Fifth Avenue and
Madison Avenue.
Not only was the square blocked
off to traffic but the sidewalks
. were cluttered with, so it seemed
thousands of bluecoats. A moi