The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-06-11
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Continued from Page I) flicker, then send . steady glare of ice-colored light on Hoover's firm, pink face. The band strikes up "California, Here I Come" The Cali- fornia delegation is deliriouS. A blonde woman, drunk or perhaps hysterical, waves Q nag in Hoover's face.
 Shell frUwns and bangs his gavel It has no effect.
 The delegates pick up their heavy state signs and march around the hall. Only the Ohio and the Kan- saS sign posts remain planted.
 Ten minutes later Shells constant gavel pounding begins to get results and Hoover begins his address.
 Starts His Address
 He taps the table softly with his right hand; the aHnplifierS catch the gentle humping and make 1t sound like Q kettle drum. An engi- neer whispers in Hoover's ear. He stops tapping, but starts it again a moment later. Booooooom- -boocom- booooooon, go the speakers.
 "Louderl" bellows Q delegate from the sea of faces. "Louderl"
 Hoover raises his voice, moves closer to the microphones. Upon a silver music rack is the manuscript of his address. It is partly typed, partly scrawled in soft black pencil.
 Precipitation beads the back of Hoover's neck, which bulges slightly over the top of his collar. Thunder roars outside the hall, but Hoover reads, his voice modulated.
 Riot Breaks Out
 Finally he reaches the end. There is another clap of thunder; but, no, 1t is the first salvo of applause, man made thunder. Hoover stands a minute, two minutes. He seems eTl- barrassed. The applause roars around him. He bows twice from the waist and mods. A blonde girl waves flag. Hoover walks away from the dais. Half way down the stand he bows again.
 The demonstration is riotous. Hoover disappears and Shell brings forward an elderly woman wearing a brilliant-studded collar. He tries to introduce her. There is too much noise.
 We want Hooverl We want Hooverl We want Hooverl" The crowd chants.
 Shell bangs his mallet until splint- CTS fly.
 Wanted to Nominate Him
 T want to nominate MT. Hoover for presidentp shouts Q delegate, trying to chamber onto the platform.
 His hair is kinky, his skin coffee colored, his glasses gold-rimmed. He is Roscoe Simmons, negro, 1lli- nois. Shell argues with him. So do Henry P. Fletcher and other bigwigs. Simmons insists.
 "The man of the hourl" he says. T want to place his name in norn- inationl"
 Simmons tries to force his way forward. The strong-arm squad holds him back. The woman with the jeweled collar finds herself @ seat. Shell brings her forward again. Against the cheering and the footing of the band, he intro- duces her. She is Mrs. Benjamin Harrison, widow of the late presi. dent. Not Q delegate hears, but every delegate cheers. Then they resume their demands for Hoover.
 Shell Tells in Vain
 MT Hoover already has taken a train" bellows Shell into the micro- phones.
 We want Hooverl" the crowd an- swers.
 Shell signals the band by phone and 1t plays onward Christian Soldier"
 The crowd sings 1t.
 T move that this convention be now adjourned" Fletcher yells.
 Nobody seconded the motion, but Shell puts the question to the con- vention, anyway.
 No, No, but Ayes Won
 "No." thunder the delegates, wav- ing their hats and knocking over chairs. Mol Nol Nol" "The ayes have it." snaps Shell. He walks out.
 The electricians start turning down the lights. The crowd takes 8 long last look at the deserted speakers stand; then edges slowly toward the doors.