Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1956-10-21

reign policy Friday night.
yan's affectionate term for the
full. others thought it might refer
second thought, when he stood
up before a madly partisan crowd
in the white and gold Cincin-
matt music hall Friday night.
Keeps Audience Spellbound
Mr.. Stevenson, whose qualities
of leadership seem often OBJ
scured beneath layers of gen.
tility, and clouds of inhibitions
was a confident, fluent, COM
handing man. He knew exactly
what he wanted to say and kept
an audience spellbound when he
said it. He didn't pause, even
to cellar his throat.
1t was the most ardent crowd
he had faced since Portland
Greg. 1t was "a happy few"
Democrats in Republican
stronghold. Mr.. Stevenson, who
seemed to thrive on adversely
himself. established communi-
cation with them from the first
word.
When he finished with his
moving statement, reminiscent
Of 1852. that he didn't know
whether that is the way to win
at politics, but it is the only
way l know" he brought the
house down. Even photograph
,ers. who are VIGOROUSLY immune
to this sort of thing, stood up
and cheered.
Gives Campaign New Test
AS the applause finally abated,
Mr.. Stevenson stepped back. The
image of the fighting eloquent
leader was replaced. He looked
once again his usual. middle
aged. rather paunchy self, the
essence somehow of suburbia.
He beamed as though he had
done nothing more startling
than give good treasurer's re-
port to the Lions Club.
But Mr.. Stevenson had done
more than that.
In the course of half an hour,
he had revealed championship
form and had given his cam
paian a new life.
Mr.. Stevenson had gone about
making his finest speech in
typical fashion. with his usual
sublime disregard for mass COM
munications.
The subject of foreign policy
had been under what his aides
call continuous discussion" for
weeks. He had been told it had
mo political mileage" this year.
But last Saturday he decided the
time had come to speak out on
the subject which is nearest to
his heart.
Slaves Over Speech
Several drafts were prepared.
But on Friday morning, he was
still dissatisfied with the speech,
and even considered discarding
the whole topic.
All afternoon, on his plane. he
worked. The last change had not
been made until he landed in
Cincinnati. Reporters who had
been being promised texts hourly,
gradually became resigned to the
fact that none would be available
until edition time.
Mr.. Stevenson was. in fact. on
the stage Of the Music Hall
when the speech began to roll
from the mimeograph machines.
1t was handed, page by page,
into the press room where the
atmosphere. among reporters,
who were then on deadline, was
insane. according to one of
them.
Only Mr.. Stevenson would have
made a major speech on Friday
night, which meant it would be
carried in small space-cramped
Saturday papers.
Only Mr.. Stevenson would
have given no hint of the con-
tent so that television reporters
travelling with him left their
cameras in the plane.
It's the Way He Is
Only Mr.. Stevenson would have
timed it so that the last IL min
utes would be completely lost to
the local television audiences.
When he reached the peroration.
someone held up minute"
sign. He waved it away.
ITS the way he is" said one
frantic aide.
Reporters who had accom-
panied him to the hall. came
back with him to the hotel. The
photographers stepped forward
to shake hands with him.
And somebody came up to him
and said. "You really we're q
Tiger tonight"