Indianapolis Times, Volume 36, Number 27, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 June 1924 — Page 8

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‘MISTER’ BOILER RUNS G. 0. P. MEET FOR DELEGATES Gentleman From Boston Takes Hand at Cleveland and Runs It, Bv FRANK J. TAYLOR, Times Staff Correspondent CLEVELAND, June 10.—This convention win . probably go down in history as Butler's. Butler is new boss of G. O. P. He is something new in the way of political bosses. Butler dropped in from Boston, his home, the other day, to help things along for the convention. He said that the President had sent him. He has been so all fired helpful that by the time the delegates arrived there was nothing left to be done except name a candidate for Vice President. How Butler happened to overlook that little job is not known, but the joke of the convention today is the question delegates are asking each other in the hotel lobbies, ‘'when is Butler going to decide who is to run for Vice President?” Discontented There is more than humor in the remarks. A note of discontent over Butler's helpfulness prevails. A lot of the delegates feel that there is nothing left for them to do but perfunctorily approve what Butler has done already. They don't like it because Butler is running the G. O. P. just the way he runs his textile mills. He owns a couple of them, and some street railway and banks and trust companies back in Massachusetts. Since he came to town Butler has decided who would be allowed to speak at the convention. Who will head the various committees, and all that. He does all of these things in the name of the President, without even calling the White House on the long-distance phone. Butler works in a fine suite of rooms in the best hotel. Once a day he sees newspaper men for about two minutes, to tell them of his newest decision. The newspaper men are having a lot'of fun. laughing at the politicians who came all the way from Oregon and Georgia and Maine just to find that Butler, sn his helpful way, had everything done for them. The politicians can't figure Butler: they can’t remember a boss like him. He isn't Irish, and he never did a lick of ward politics. He did not fight his way to the top. like Murphy and Daugherty or Hanna. He is just a prosperous New Englander who has suddenly begun running the whole party as though he owned it. Well Groomed Butler is one of these pudgy, well groomed, almost sleek fellows of medium height, the kind of a man you would expect to find behind the door in the bank marked “president” if you dared open the door. He talks little, then in a low voice. He has a fine twinkle to his deep brown eyes, his most prominent feature. He is a bit shy at talking with folks, and he shies at publicity. Once he held office in the Massachusetts Legislature, but that was twenty years ago. Since then he

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has been making money, barrels of it. He is a smooth article, as smooth as his silvery hair. He dons decks of spectacles to squint at a newspaper clipping. His fat hands seem to bother him, and he toys with a gold watch chain, of refined size, that stretches across his ample vest, or burch them in the pockets of his quiet blue suit. “Mister Butler * Butler is surrounded with some young men of Harvard accent who always call in a “Mister Butler.” They don’t seem to know that other political bosses are called “Chief.” Butler’s first name is William, but nobody yet has mustered up nerve to call him “Bill.” Can you imagine any one callings Harry Daugherty “Mister Daugherty?” He was always “Harry" or “General.” just as Murphy was "Charlie” or "Chief.” Being rich, and owing his sudden power to nobody but the President, Buttler has no objective except to keep his party cool with Coolidge. He favors policies that business men like, being one himself. He has no sense of the dramatic and makes no appeal to the ramble. What Butjer convention lacks is grandstanding and handshaking. The pdblic and the delegates like it. Butler walks through the lobby of his hotel, without a greeting generally. The delegates, most of them, do not know him. ButJer does his work in his office and announces his decisons to the newspaper men. The delegates don't like it. They thought this w r as their convention. BROTHERLY LOVE COMES TO FRONT AMONG HOOSIERS Watson Flares Up Over Klan Activities —Appointments Made, By C. A. RAN'DAU, Times Staff Correspondent CLEVELAND, Ohio, June 11.— Cleveland, superficially at least a spirit of brotherly love predominated at the caucus of the Indiana delegations here. No sooner had Harry S. New been nominated for honorary vice’ president of the convention than Senator Jim Watson was on his feet with a motion that the election be made unanimously. With a similar spirit, the honors, empty honors, but honors none th less, were spread around with lavish generosity. Albert J. Beveridge >vas given the State's place on the rules committee, while Senator Watson was sent back to the resolutions or platform committee of which he was chairman in 1920. Yesterday Watson was announcing that he didn't want to be on the platform committee unless he could be on the subcommittee that will do the plank preparing. He would give no indication whether he had arranged with Chairman Warren for assignment to the sub-committee. Branch to Make Trip Ralph S. Todd of Bluffton was assigned to the credentials committee, Mrs. Grace Copeland of Vevay was placed on the permanent organization committee and Governor Branch was given the assignment of attending the Coolidge notification meeting in Washington later in the summer. W. H. McCurdy of Evansville will be on the committee which notifies the vice presidential candidate of his selection. Senator Watson, Monday afternoon, gave way to his irritation against the Klan's part in advocating him for Vice President, but the Klan leaders went ahead with their work, though less openly than before. Stephenson Is Present D. C. (“Old Man”) Stephenson is parked out in Lake Erie on his yacht. If he is playing anything more than an imaginary part in the convention, it is not apparent to the naked eye. For that matter, the Bossert-Elrod Kluxers are accomplishing less than they will probably get credit for. There will be no anti-Klan plank, but it was cagey Republican leaders and not Klansmen who headed off that possibility.

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Bricklayers are scarce in Ander son. Building work is being held up. Richard, 4-year-old son of Rolla of Decatur, was rescued from drowning by Marlon, 6, his brother, when he fell in a hole his father was digging. Three afternoon newspapers could not live in Peru. The Chronicle will publish in the morning, says Arthur Petty, editor and publisher. Joe Sorsley, Ft. Wayne, colored ball player, was fined $lO and costs for beating a young robin to death with hi§ ball bat.' Howard Chapman, Kokomo truck driver, faces charges in Kokomo of operating an automobile while drunk. Before police nabbed him, his truck damaged cars, belonging to Olin Holt, defeated Democratic candidate for Governor, Dr. T. C Cochran, city health officer. “Brownie” Vance and Clarence Harness. Retail price of milk has been lowered 2 cents a quart at Ft. Wayne. Delphi’s last livery stable has made way for a hardware store. Grant County has issued 1,000 more auto licenses this year thus far than last year. Dick Moon, former Kokomo traffic cop has been.sued for SIO,OOO damages by Ezra Hardiman whom he shot in the leg in an auto chase. Joe Stuhrenburg of Greensburg, may lose his toes because of ice. Freezing? Oh no, he’s an iceman and he dropped al cake on his foot.

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BEGIN IIKHK TODAY Peter Newhall, Aujruat.v Ua.. tires to Alaska, after bring told by Ivan Ishmin. Russian violinist, • lie had drowned Paul Sari' In f. Ishmin s secretary. Ishmin and Peters wife, Dorothy, had urged him to flee to South America. He joins Hie Chris Larson m response to a distress signal at sea. forcing his sea jaeket upon him. Their launch hits rocks. Dorothy receives word that her husband s body, identified by his sea jacket, is buried in Alaska. She acrrpts Ishmin s attentions. Tint Peier has been rescued. Injuries completely change his appearance. Larson's body occupies the grave. Ishmin and Dorothy go to Alaska to return Peter's body to Georgia. They do not recognize Peter, who is chosen head guide. A storm carries their ship ot sea, stranding them at the g-rave. Next day. Peter proposes a hunting party. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY B 1 UT the musician, sprawled on his moss-bed and reading a pocket-size novel original French, did not take so kindly to the suggestion. “Not me today, Dorothy,” he protested. “There’ll be. no pleasure for me in tramping over that howling tundra. The wind’s still sharp enough so that I want a fire and appreciate even such a lowly shelter as this. Wait till a nice day and I'll go gladly." The girl turned in some disappointment to Pete. “I guess that ends it,” she told him. The guide straightened, encouraged by her tone. “Yes —unless—unless you’d care to go with me alone.” She thought she saw a very curious, urgent appeal in his blue eyes. “I wouldn't take you very far.” He waited, hardly breathing, for her answer. She turned questioningly to Ivan. The latter smiled dimly and nodded his head. “I don’t see why you shouldn't, if you want to,” he told her. Yet an uneasy thought darkened his face, and he turned sharply to Pete. “How far do you intend to go?” “Not any farther than Mrs. Newhall desires,” was the answer, given with some spirit. “I’m inclined to think we can pick up a caribou within a mile.” “You’ll be pretty lucky if you can. It’s not that there isn't plenty of game —Bradford told me that —but the country is enormous. Don’t go

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more than two miles at the most—we might want to leave here In a hurry, and don't want to wait for you. Go ahead, Dorothy, if you like. If you want to be a. huntsman bold, I don’t see why you shouldn't.” "Then would you mind lending Mrs. New ha 11 your pistol?” Pete asked. “She might want to take a shot at a ptarmigan, and this bear gun of mine wouldn’t leave much bird.” SHE BEGAN" THE LONG STALK AT PETE’S SIDE. He spoke quietly, casually, but Dorothy did not misunderstand. At the same instant she realized that this tall, rugged man of \he opens possessed those certain good manners, that unobtrusive consideration for others, that is the ideal of good breeding. He made this request not to furnish Dorothy an arm with which to shoot ptarmigan. Both she and Ivan understood this in an instant. He -wanted to save her any uneasiness when she was alone with him in the wilds, simply to give her a deadly weapon with which she could protect, in direst need, her own integrity. The two started away very happily together. Pete’s blue eyes

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danced; the girl was flushed and •••!*<•:•. b"iit tin a-; v<‘tinir< He t* 4i her up the low hili they had climbed r>he previous day. then down into the aid r-grown valley beyond. Almost at once tho> began to see the wild life that redeems even such barren, desolate lands as this. Ptarmigan flushed up. and instantly Dorothy recognized them as the most graceful creatures she had ever seen on wings. “Would you like to take a crack at ’em?” Pete asked. “They’d go mighty well for lunch." But Dorothy had no killing instinct, and she shook her head. “They’re too pretty. Os course, we’ll get, some if we can’t find any big game.” He led her through a break in the alders; and here they both, halted to watch a huge, snowshoe hare. It was a droll thing to see this creature stand erect in the grass in an effort to see plainly out of his weak e: sand to distinguish the nature of these tall, strange forms such a; he had never laid eyes on be fore. He walked back and forth on his hind legs, stretched to his full height. Then, remembering safety first —even at the expense of his inordinate curiosity—he sped away. They sped on up the next hill and down into the farther valley and to the bank of a small, swiftly flowing stream. There, were signs in plenty here of the wild life that thronged the region. She saw tracks not only of fox and caribou, but a wolverine had trotted along that way in the dawn; an otter had romped on the muddy bank; and, at a crossing, she encountered a huge, almost triangular imprint that might have been the track of some legendary maneater of bygone ages. The track was fully twelve inches long, and sharp claws had cut deeply into the sand. “Nothing more or less than the great Kodiak bear,” Pete explained. “Maybe you don’t know it, but this is just about the last place in the world where the big Kodiak —whose hide is sometimes eleven feet long—can still be found in any numbers. Can’t you fancy the old warrior booming along here looking for salmon?” But he was quick to explain that even these huge beats would run from human beings a thousand times where once they would stand and fight; that, unlike the Alaskan brown bears of farther east and the grizzlies of the mountains, they were practically, never known to make an unprovoked attack. Thence they followed the stream clear up into the higher hills. Dorothy was active and athletic, yet she had to stop every few minutes for tveath.

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“How far do you want to go?’’ she asked him in one of these rests. “i hoped to go quite a little farther. We're not more than a mile from camp, and two miles is our limit. I'd rather hoped we could reach the top of the ridge. Do you want to turn back?” She looked up at the rocky backbone of the ridge that still towered grandly above them —its imposing elevation manifest by scattered patches of last winter's snows—and then into Petes brown face. She hated to give up when this tall guide of hers expected her to go on She was a sportswoman at heart, and she flashed him a smile. “We'll plug on up.” she told him. They went on. and now the stream was but a silver thread far below them in the dark gully, and the gully itself was crusted over at intervals by last year’s snow. At last they stood at the very windy crest of the ridge. Almost at once Pete pointed out some curious white spots, not to be noticed at all by a casual glance, in one of the adjacent valleys. These were the caribou —the veritable children of these mossy barrens. They did not turn to the hunt at once. Dorothy needed rest before attempting the difficult stalk at Pete's side: so she seated herself on a grand throne of re k in the gray cliff and overlooked the country. This was ever a grim, merciless land, yet it had a quality of uneart h l.v beauty. Far below her the wide barrens swept down to the blue sea. Behind, the ridges mounted ever higher, with a queer effect of actual procession, until at last the high, sharp, white peaks of the Aleutian range stood flashing against the cold, gray clouds. It would have been depressing, alone; and even the companionship of this lowly guide cheered her and consoled her.

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Soon after she began the long stall: toward the caribou herd, at Pete's side. They sped swiftly down into the valley, and then, taking shelter behind a thicket of alder, moved toward the animals. The last two hundred yards that would bring Pete into long-rifle range had to be made with laborious stealth, taking advantage of every rise in ground and walking in a tiring, stooped position. Lying prone in the deep moss they peered over the brow of the hill. It was a very satisfying picture to Dorothy. The caribou are always beautiful animals, and the setting of the green hillside, with the heavenreaching white peaks behind, showed them at their best. The range, however, was about three hundred yards, a distance in which kijls are made often in hunters’ tales but rarely in hunting. “If I’m going to have a chance, I’ve got to take a rest,” Fete whispered. “I’m not an extra fancy shot —would you mind crawling around in front’’” She obeyed instantly, every nerve keyed up by the excitement of the chase, and it was quite like being a mighty nimrod herself to lie prone on the moss and let Pete rest his rifle across her body. And the wilderness gods granted hint success. At the rifle’s sound a young buck —a shimmering, splendid creature with horns branched but once—fell stone dead in the moss. The reindeer leaped, milled an ininstant, then swept off through the valley. The two hunters climbed down, and a few seconds later Pete drew the keen blade of his hunting knife across the shaggy throat of the fallen animal. The carcass was then drawn, the trim feet interlocked, and Pete lifted the entire one hundred pounds on his broad back. There was one further, minor adventure to that first day in the wilds

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—but not at all concerned with rifles and death. They reached the hank of a narrow, swift steam; and Pete, who walked in front, came to an abrupt halt. He turned to her with no distinguishable expression on his bronzed face and she stared back in return. "We've really got to get across this creek.” he told her. “And it’s too deep for your waterproof boots. How do you think we can manage it?” “I’m sure I don't know.” The girl hid a Print smile. “It’s too bad you don't feel yourself capable of carrying me over.” He plunged immediately into thej stream, laid his venison on the posite bank, then came tramping back. He picked her up seemingly without effort. The rushing waters evidently taxed his strength greater than she had guessed, for his nut-brown face looked somewhat drawn and pale when he put her down. (Continued in Our Next Issue) United States Cash in Canada Bii Vnited Preax OTTAWA, Ont., June 10. —Tourists from the United States leftsl22,•100,000 in Canada in 1923, according to estimates of the Dominion Parks Branch of the Department of Interior. This was the biggest touring year in the history of Canada.

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