Indianapolis Times, Volume 36, Number 39, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 June 1924 — Page 8
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CONVENTION RADIO MAN HAS BIG JOB " * \ Al Smith Sees All Comers at His Headquarters—Brennan Sits in Chair —Preston Helps.
By FRANK J. TAYLOR Times Staff Correspondent NEW YORK, June 24—Worth mentioning, use he means more to the multitude than Al Smith or McAdoo or any candidate, is one Graham McNamee, born in Washington, D. *C., but now of New City. You don't know McNamee? Well you’ve heard him, if you listened to the Cleveland convention by radio. McNamee is the chap who sits in the little glass cage at the side of the stage, who tells you what is going on, just before or after he switches the convention racket onto the radio. McNamee was a young student of singing until he wandered into WEAF, one day. and sew that the broadcasters were o'-v /--ooklng a bet by not making t' •• announcements more interesting. Every while Mt*Namee is stumped by the strange antics of politicans and you hear him say or “I dont know what they’re doing, Tney're milling around and dont seem to be getting anywhere.” Then James D. Preston, superintendent of the press gallery of the United States Senate, steps up rfftd McNamee soon tells you what is going on. • * • Jim Preston knows everybody. That is not exaggeration. He does. When he sees anew face at a contention, he is unhappy until he identifies it with a. name. Jim's hobby is radio. He has made himself an aiding angel to McNamee They’re a pair that has given the radio fans, for whom the Democrats are timing their best features, much enjoyment. • • “For he’s a jolly good fellow, which rob'ody can deny.” that’s Al Smith New York’s candidate for nomination as President. There isn't any dissension among New Yorkers over a candidate. They’re all for Al. Everybody, it seems, knows hirq. “East side, west side, all around the town.” that Al Smith's and New York’s favorite song. Al typifies to New York the opportunity New York offers to everyone who comes here poor and becomes rich or eminent. New York is proud of its opportunities. * Al Smith did more than come he e poor and become famous. He was born here, down on the east side, poor as a mouse. As ‘he stepped up ths political ladder, aided by Tammany. Al never forgot the folks he used to l?how. He remembers their first names and they call him Al to his face. Anybody can meet Al at his headquarters. He and his gang make -folks feel welcome. A bit of a roughneck, a good fellow, a selfmade man. a poor boy who became Governor, those are the things that make Al Smith the idol of his delegation. His political ideas? New York does not care what they are. It's Al Smith New York is nominating. • * • Probably the shaggiest pair of eyebrows at the convention were brought to New York shy George Brennan, the boss of Illinois. Also one of the roundest, most portentious of tummies. That's saying a
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good deal, for Democratic delegates seem to specialize in eyebrows and waistlines, judging by the specimens hereabouts. Brennan w r ears a sort of constant smile that doesn't mean anything. You can see that behind it he is serious. He always looks at those who are talking to him, but it is evident that he is not listening other than enough to nod now and then. They say Brennaiv is a wonderful insurance salesman, but if he is he must have some method of decoying prospects to his chair. Brennan likes a big wide chair with arms to lean upon. You seldom see him anywhere but in a chair. But he can make men come to him, and that is why he is boss of, Illinois Democrats.
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(Copyright , 192 J, by United Press) TVCX, Detroit (517M1 10 P. M. EST—The Red Apple Club. WJZ. New Fork (455 M) 6 30 P. M.. j EST—Nathan Franke’s orchestra. WEAF, New York (492 M) 8:30 E M.. EST—WEAF concei t group. WBZ, Springfield (337 M) 6:40 p. m , j EST—Banquet, society St. Jean de Baptiste, direct from the Copley Plaza. KGO, Oakland (437M1 8 p. m., PCST—California mixed quartette. Hoosier Briefs I y—, ISHING contest: Glenn | H Ayres. Montpelier, claims i.i . 1 honors with a big mouth bass weighing seven pounds. Dr. Merle Hoppenrath and Dewey Kratz are next with four large mouth bass tipping the scale for a total o? eighteen pounds. Miss Stella Adams of the Chicago Evangelistic Institute is the new pas tor of the Congregational Church at Portland. Postmaster J. A. Spears, Washington postmaster, had a joh he didn’t relish. He had to photograph a huge powder explosion in connection with road improvements. ♦ 1 HALLES BOWMAN. John Carter, F. FI. Morrison. Dempsey Seyhold, John _ HaWkir.s, and Ed Moore, have served in the Marion postoflice for a total of 130 years. t It was so hot at El wood that men refused to work at the Tin Plate mills and a shut down was forced. Hartford City's oldest lanimark. formerly the home of Grandman MeEldowney, has trade way for a garage, to be built by W. C. Nience. K OKOMO had a real Saturday light A machine gun. demonstrated by Army recruiters. was accidentally fired and bullets whizzed over the crowds’ heads.. No one was hui*t. Norman Rinsch, Free lands ville. fell from a cherry tree and broke both of his wrists. A HI MAN toe is worth '207, according to an award given by the State industrial "board to Joe Nadoff, Gary empfoye. After twenty years J, H. Scholl has resigned as superintendent of Rushville schools. Melville J. Butler, trusted mail carrier at DecaturS for twenty-two years, has been arrested on a charge of opening?a letter and removing ?10. ONE HEAD; EIGHT HURT Auto Accidents Take Toll in Southern Part of State. By United Press EVANSVILLE, Ind., June 24. One man is dead today and eight boys are injured, two seriously, from two automobile accidents in the “Pocket" last night. Edward Black. 2’D. Ft. Branch farmer, was instantly killed when his speeding auto struck a telephone pole as he was attempting to round a curve at high speed. Edmond Jones, 13, and his broth or „ Prentice, 8, sons of an Ayrshire i minister, are in a local hospital from injuries received in an-accident which occurred while they were riding with six other boys. | All were between 6 and 13 years j old. They were trying to see how fast the car would go.
MRS. ALADALL BETTER \\ idow of .Man Killed in Accident Recovers From Injuries. Mrs. Eorer.a Aladall of Gary, whose husband of a week was killed in an automobile accident at Greencastle Sunday, was recovering today front her injuries, according to word received by Mrs. Mattie Jenkins, 1536 Olive St., an a.unt of Aladall. First reports from the accident were that Clarence Baldwin had 1 been killed. Baldwin, who was driving escaped injury. He was a half brother of Aladall. Frances Baldwin, 6, sister of Baldwin, was hurt. PRISON MOVE EXPECTED Governor Indicates More Men Will Be Placed in Reformatory. The Indiana State Reformatory at Pendleton is so near completion that about fifty-four prisoners will be moved there from the State Prison at Michigan City soon, Governor Emmett F. Branch has indicated. The prison population now is 1,830. Normal capacity is 1,500. The' reformatory had 900 prisoners. When completed it will house 1,200.
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BKtilX MKKt. TODAY ■ to Alaska alter i 1 ip " tori by Ivan Ishmin. Russian v:Nlinit. he had drowned PaUI S&riehel, Ishmin a secretary. Ishmin and Peter s wife. Dorothy. had urged him to tro to South America. He joins Big' Chris I,arson in response to a distress signal at sea, giving Larson his sea jacket. Their launch hits rocks. Larson's body is buried as Newhail's. Peter, rescued, finds injuries ' have completely change! his appearance. Dorothy ami Ishmin go to Alaska* to return Peter's body. They do not recognise Peter in their head guide. A storm strands them at the grave. ■'Change name.” a message from a si ance. Dorothy believes to be from Piter telling her to aci-ept Ishmin's marriage proposal. They are married by a native prii-t Sariehef tfiijiears. Dorothy renounces the marriage and calls Ishmin her" husband's murderer. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY I!E .slant of his smoky, | | | shadowed eyes seemed, in her I- 1 imagination, accentuated; she felt that the dread spirit of sleeping passion that was the, soul of this strange, far Western night had passed to him, and was to life within him. The cultured gentleman, the distinguished, gracious social favorite that she had known in idle South had passed away, in the fierce passion of this desperate, hour, and only the Mongol was left, the ravisher out of Asia. “I dare do anything—that is my right,” he told her simply, no longer careful to lower his voice. “Dorothy, you are my w ife. You are t mine,Vuid those kisses are mine. What 1 want 1 will take.” “But I told you I renounced that marriage—” Ivan smiled, as if in perfect selfconfidence. “Y'ou can't renounce it! A marriage lasts forever —from our point of view.” She knew that he was speaking not alone of his particular tribe and country, but of the whole East. “You are my wife, legal-' ly and definitely; and never for a moment believe that this is a Western marriage. Please don't confuse me ’with a Westerner, or think that we will live by a Western code. I far cy you will find that we of the East look on womanhood a little differently from the men to whom you are accustomed, but you’ll get used to it in time. 1 pleaded with you at first, which is not in the code; but I don't intend to yuad with you any more.
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TIIE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY
You are a Mongol’s wife, and that means you will give what ( )i<‘ asks, think what he says fop you to think, and do what lie says to do. In time you will learn it Is the best way—to let your husband decide all these hard matters. Don’t let there be any more talk of renunciation—of wh|t you will do and what you will not do.” He paused to steady his vibrant, tremulous voice. "Dorothy, we of the Fast do not worship the beauty and the rapture we get out of womanhood. Such is woman's place—to give us • that. 1111011 a woman marries a man of my breed, he owns her —body and soul!”
“PUT HER DOWN.” HE SAID SLOWLY. A sudden, upward-flaring of the camp fire showed the strange sctyie in vivid detail. It shifted Ivan, Ms rhia, alpnost beautiful face striking ly pale and drawn from the devastation of his passions, his white hands tremulous with restrained power, standing beside the lire confronting the girl; it showed Dorothy, cowering from him, her beautiful hands clasped at her breast, her red mouth ugly and haggard from the extremes of irrror, and every trace of her
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lovely, dull-red coloring wiped from her face; it showed the dark forms of Sarichef, and the two packers at the shadowed mouth of the dugout, and Pete, at his watch at the far edge of the circle of firelight; it showed the commonplace fixtures of the camp, and, farther off, a thin white gnost with outstretched arms that was the cross marked with Peter Newhall’s rrnme: and it showed faintly the alternate charge and re treat of the ocean's white-maned • a.valry on the beach. Pete needed to look but oye a} the slight, cower i ing figure of the girl—pleading with hands and eyes, broken with terror and \despair—to know that the affair was swiftly reaching its'inevitable climax. An instrument long and dark, on which occasionally the fire light found a restless, reflected gleam, stood against the wall of the dugout, and moving quietly, he took it into his hands. “You wouldn't take me against my will, Ivan,” she pleaded, trying to convince herself as well as the obdurate figure before her. "Ivan, you have forgotten who I am—who you are. You are not a beast —” “We don't consider it beastly, among the Mongols, to bend our wives to our will. I know what you were, if that’s what you mean, and what you are now. You were an American lady, rich and great, spoiled by the weakness you Americans know as chivalry—but now you're a Mongol’s wife, and therefore a Mongol's property. You are not supposed.*!o have a will from this tiifie on, Dorothy, except as you reflect my will." He spoke in his usual rather qtiiet voice, yet she knew that the fire that consumed him was at a desperate height. He no longer attempted self-restraint. Asia was in dominance, and he moved toward her like a glorious tiger—the very' spirit of Asia —toward its prey. “If yob hold me again, I’ll cry for help,” she told him. half-whispering. “Cry for help, if you w r ant to. I’ll shoot Pete down like the Western cur he is if he dares to interfere. But I judge he’s lived at this edge of the East long enough to learn not to interfere in a man’s family affairs. Those men know I’m in my rights—even your chivalrous Southerners would know that, whether they pretended to or not. Allow me to convince y'ou just what good calling for help would do. He till? turned and called quietly to Pavlof. His tone was unmistakably that of an imperious master to his slave; he might have been an Oriental sultan calling to one of the eunuchs of his harem. Yet Pavlof
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did not take offense. He hurried, fawning, into the circle of light. “My bride here is a little unruly," Ivan said easily. "You know how it is, sometimes, Pavlof. She's just a little nervous and rebellious —and I might need a very small amount of help." Pavlof bowed slightly; but he did not speak. The lines seemed to deepen and strengthen on his dusky face as he waited for his orders; otherwise he gave no sign. * "We re going to ehan.ee our plans. Pavlof,” Ivan went on. “We're not going to Outside, after all. I want you to Vie the head guide from now on. and-1 want you to guide us to one of the villages—avoiding carefully till white settlements. This lady and I are going to lose ourselves among the natives until she learns to think differently aHfcig certain Hones. She objects somewhat to going, and I'm afraid that for a few days, until she gets the right point of view, we’ll have to treat her like a prisoner. I might need you, from time to time, to help guard.” Pavlof nodded, but he showed no disrespect to his master by even the slightest glimmer of a leering smile. There was no help for Dorothy here. Ho seemed to take-Hits strange situation wholly as a matter of course, just as Ivan had known he would take it; and Dorothy glimpsed again the great universe that separates the races. "’Of course I can depend on you?” Ivan asked. “Sure. She's your wife. What you say goes.” “That’s all for now. She might even attempt to escape from my tent tonight, but I don't think I'll need your help.” He paused, waiting till the man moved back to his dugout. “You’ll find the other breed's point of view just the same, Dorothy," he explained. “If you hadn't married me he'd be glad to fight for you. Now you’re my wife he'll obey me. Os course Sarichef is my faithful servant—in everything. Are you convinced?” There was no help here. Likely even Pete would admit the Mongol’s ownership of her, body and soul. A single dry sob rasped at her throat, and she turned as if about to dart away in flight into the night and the storm. But even this doubtful mercy was not vouchsafed her. Ivan moved toward her. a motion fast as the leap of a tiger, yet giving no image of great exertion, and his arms pijined hers to her side. Then, with no,show of effort, he lifted her bodily and started into the tent. Pete, the guide, stepped into the circle of firelight, fjila rifle rested
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in the hollow of his arm. His rugged, weather beaten face was stark white. “Put her down,” he said slowly. Ivan turned in infinite scorn, as lie set the girl on her feet. He met the man's quiet, unfaltering gaze. He saw, dimly, that the hand that held the weapon wus steady as a vice of iron. “You’re taking a dangerous risk, Pete,” he said evenly. “Put up that gun and close your eyes if you don't like what you see, and most of all don’t start anything that you can't carry through. I’ll do what I like with tl|is woman. She is my wife.” Pete's quiet gaze did nat waver. The ruddy light poured over him. “She is not your wife," he said clearly. Ivan opened his lips and His arms were limp at his side. Dorothy uttered one long-drawn gasp that whispered strangely in the silence. For her the veil still hid the truth, but it was being swept away like mist before the blast of the gale. She felt just at the eve of some profound climax.
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Ivan fought away an inexplicable sense of dismay, a vague, creepy terror that had penetrated to his heart. “Are you a fool?” he asked. “You saw me marry her. The marriage was legal.” Pete shook his head. “It was not legal. It couldn't be legal. She isf Peter Newhall's wife!” “But Peter Newhall is dead'.** Ivan's voice w&s shrill and strange, not his own. A light grew on Dorothy’s stricken face until it was a white flame, suVpassing belief. “He was dead to the Jiving world, Shut He has risen,” was the answer. “I am Peter Newhall.” CHAPTER XX Reunited |ftji The simple words, so moving mysterious in the half-light, lifted Dorothy to the skies, out of the storm and the night, the despair and the terror never to descend again; ! yet she knew no particular sense of | amazement other than that of her ! own blindness'in failing to guess | Pete's identity long since, i (Continued in Our Next Issue)
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