The Wrangell sentinel., 1940-04-12
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 AP Feature Service Writer
 WASHINGTON, April 12-lt's 10 o'clock Sunday morning. 1 have an appointment to talk to the Robert Jacksons. He's Attorney General He might live next year at No. 1900 Pennsylvania avenue. The White House.
 And what's worse I've listened to his trigger responses from the wit ness stand. You just drop vague sen tenees around Mr. Jackson. But his face is kind. his smile open and quick, and he's relaxed and easy to meet.
 I trot tensely, nevertheless, down their apartment hotel corridor and give the bronze knocker a rat-a-tat- tat. The door opens. Mrs. Jackson! I'd expected a butler. Seems they just have a maid that comes in by the day. She takes my coat and puts it on the piano bench (just like home) as we walk through to the study.
 Those riding boots up on the typewriter stand could-they do belong to the Attorney General He's buried in the Sunday papers. They spill about him as he rises His white shirt is open at the neck. No tie. We sit down. Mrs. Jackson pours "a second cup of coffee
 He says, '.Yes, he'd been to Pit tsburgh on important business once before he was sent to try the gov ernment's tax case against the alu- minum king, Andrew Mellon. Some 35 years before.
 Thirty-five years? Jackson is only AS now.
 "Yes, grins Jackson. You see I rode into Pittsburgh on top of a box car. I was delivering a horse my father had sold to a Pittsburgher.
 Jackson Vs Hogan
 Then along came that case. Before that Jackson was just one bright young lawyer around Washington. But in the Mellon case he was pitted against the irascible little. Frank Hogan, legal representative of the upper "clawses.9 . Jackson won the case-and his spurs.
 There was quite difference in Jacksons status on those two trips to Pittsburgh But he's not much impressed by the implied success story. He comes from persistent Democratic stock in sourhwesternt New York, where persistent Re-i publieans are rather ubiquitous Sol Jackson is used to speaking his, piece, and pugnaciously.
 He always wanted to be an orator. Mrs. Jackson says, Tell that story . So he says the town grocer Crews burg, N. Y.) had an old-fashioned talking machine when he was a lad. Young Robert discovered there were also some William Jennings Bryan records. For weeks the lad kept the stores good Republican customers upset with the Gross of Gold,
 He still writes his own speeches. Tries them out on his fayorite play mate, his daughter Mary Margaret, who at IS, is a sophmore at Smith. When she won't listen, the horse does.
 Crazy Over Horses
 Jackson has ridden sInce boyhood, when his father ran a hotel and livery stable at Frewsburg. Now his whole family rides the Missus, Mary and the son, Bill, junior atI Yale They're so fond of horses they keep a family race track on their farm at Jamestown, N. Y.
 They vacationed together this summer, taking a motor trip acrossI to the Pacific. Stopped at tourist camps Stopped also whenever thereI was chance to ride a horse, walk up a mountain or read a book orI cook a meal under a tree.
 Jackson says, Don't forget 'Alibi ," That's their motor boat at Jamestown. It's special virtue is that it has no phone.
 Mrs. Jackson says it was cous-I in who introduced them. She was young Irene Gerhardt from Kings ton, N. Y She had job as a gov-l ernment secretary at Albany law school, but he wouldn't bring any fellow students around He insise- ed, You wouldn't like lawyers. " Then suddenly he was all afire toI -,