The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-06-02

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 convention presiC The fact that history proves it to be the most dangerous of all positions ts forgotten in the pleasant rumble of the steel-tired bandwagon.
 Office a Beehive Now
 well, good deal of water has run under the mill since saw you a year ago" the Governor said as we shook hands. That time he had taken me into an inner adjoining office, and while old John Brown scowled down at us from the wall, he had talked for hours about America and Soviet Russia, the Far East and the New Deal at home.
 This time Q Chicago photogra- pher was setting up his lights and arranging for the leading repub- 1ican candidate to pose with hat off, with hat on, with and without telephone in hand, with and with out smile. It is pretty hard to do much smiling, by the way, with Old John watching every move you make.
 , Pleasantries Sink In
 Over in one corner sat farm CT and his wife who had been doing a little shopping in Topeka. iThe governor met them in the doorway of his office-which, by the way, is always wide open. l''We jes' wanted to shake hands with the next President of the United States" the man said, sticking out his strong, horny Ihand.
 1 These were Ali Landon's own people and he knew how to han de them: That's mighty nice of you folks. I appreciate it very much" Before the pair knew it they'd been shunted out of the office.
 Every day now he gets the same treatment @ dozen times or more. Even shrewd, level-headed ex- oil man and Kansas politician can't hear such pleasantries drummed in- to his head for months on end with out wondering if possibly it isn't true. That's what mean by ap- petite growing with eating.
 
 HumOr Is Genuine
 At lunch in the old fashioned state mansion, Hugh Baillie, pres 1dent of the United Press, with sev- eral unexpected guests ate the "t O. mato surprise" good old-fashioned homemade bread, and strawberry shortcake--and wondered if that was all we were going to get. It was. The governor didn't even eat his shortcake. Possibly when you get stung by a presidential bee you lose your appetite. But that does not mean you lose your SerSe of humor.
 The governor and I chuckled over the fact that we had both beonged to T. N. E., the ribald sophomore college fraternity, and finally we were able to recall the secret pass words and the correct response. Then he held forth on how much more sophisticated col lege life is now than when we were in school thirty years ago, and told how the only time he'd ever taken a girl to a dance in a carriage was once when he'd won e4.5O in 8 bridge-whist game.
 Slouched down in his chair at Che head of the talbe, he looked slightly tired and frayed. His graying hair was ruffled, and noticed that his blue sack suit was just beginning to show lit- tie shine. He hadn't bothered to have his shoes polished for sever al days. It was part and parcel of this plain, unassuming man. Read His Own Answers
 When the others were gone we went after the questions and he agreed to answer the ones that he had touched on in one way or another. His views on balancing the budget, putting reief on a business basis, restoring confi- dence in American institutions, relieving unemployment and other vital matters included in my ques- tionnaire will be found in his own answers in the accompanying box.
 The problem of currency, amend ing the Constitution so that the government could deal with econ- Omic and social problems or limit ing the power of the courts, the broad question of antitrust laws, the agricultural problem and that of public power deveopment were all questions on which he did not care to make snap judgments or give answers to one writer. He simply hadn't thought them out and through.
 Not Quite Ready
 That night had dinner aone with him and his extremely in- aelligent and charming wife. This time we had far more than even . hungry man could eat; to- mato soup. fried chicken and veg etabes; asparagus; ice cream and csl,e.
 Along about the asparagus the governor fell to talking off the record. He was thinking out loud, ard his thoughts were those Of a flne. decent human being who