Indianapolis Times, Volume 36, Number 43, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 June 1924 — Page 8

TAGGART TAKES CARE RALSTON’S DUSKYJIOUNT Waldorf Astoria Is Gathering ' Spot for Democratic Dark Horses, By FRANK TAYLOR, Times Staff Correspondent NEW YORK, June 28.—The stables where they groom and fodder the Democratic dark horses are all in one hotel. The Waldorf Astoria. All it takes to open a dark horse stable is a pitcher of ice water and a cardboard placard on which to print the candidate's name. It also helps if you have a couple of fellows looking for public office who are willing to act as stable boys. The Waldorf furnishes silver pitchers of ice water free of charge, and refills them every hour or so day and night, which may account for the congregation of dark horses in its halls. There are all sorts of dark horse stables, just as there are all sorts of dark horses. Senator Walsh of Montana, for instance, is one of today’s favorites, but he hasn’t any stable. His trainers groom and limber his candidacy right down in Peacock alley, the main lobby of the hotel. Plenty of Glass At one end of the alley the Davis people have a headquarters. Nearby is the Cox stable, while adjoining them the Glass room. The thing that attracts folks to the glass room is a revolving sphere of looking glasses, which casts a wierd procession of colored lights about the place. Upstairs is the Ritchie stable, the Silzer stable and numerous others. On the third floor Tom Taggart, boss of Indiana, has fitted rip the Ralston stable. You’d never know it to look at it though. Ralston is in Indianapolis listening to the cheering by radio, and cautious Taggart, fearing lest his horse become too light, refuses to permit a single pasteboard in the hotel bearing Ralston’s name. Some of the dark horses are there in person, to be looked over and sized up by tfie inquisitive delegate, others are more modest. The least modest of all are the two leading candidates, McAdoo and Smith, who are on the job in person, each running his show and predicting his own victory. Must Be Dark Horse - The feeling prevails here that neither of the leading candidates can be nominated. Everybody says it must be one of the dark horses. Most folks say that the darker the horse the better his chances. That is because the convention has developed such bitter feeling among factions that only an unknown quantity can unite the party. This class of factions raises an interesting sidelight on the Democratic party. It isn’t one party, but an amalgamation of discontented groups. There are at least Na dozen distinct factions within the Democratic party. They pull together in one party only for the purpose of competing with the Republican party for power. One group of Democrats is mainly interested in the League of Nations. Another talks of an anti-Klan plank and nothing else. A third group think:, the wet question is the only one that counts. The South is Democratic because of the negro question. A group from the Middle West is steamed up about agriculture. These minorities make the matter of unity in the party a difficulty. G. O. P. United This same condition did not prevail at the Republican convention. There was just one minority at Cleveland, the La Follette Progressives from Wisconsin. The Republican party has long been made by its long years in power the party that stands fairly unitedly for the status quo. At least its leaders were united for that in Cleveland. The Democrats on the other hand are those who protest. They are for different reasons. - Most of them local. McAdoo leaders are attempting to have this protest be bfoad. The general protest of the liberals of the land. But they are not talking politics which the Democrats of New York, or of Illinois or of the South, car understand. That is the real reas- for the lack of harmony in New

ORPHAN BOYS FAVORED Meridian Heights Women Raise Fund for Camp Trip. More than S4O was raised by a group of Meridian Heights women, of which Mrs. G. G. Greer is chairman. to send Boy Scout Troop 27 of Indianapolis Orphans' Home to summer camp. The Rotary Club will assist in raising funds. MASONIC BODIES PICNIC Meet at Prather Temple for Trip to Northern Beach. Masonic bodies meeting in Prather Masonic Temple, Forty-Second St. and College Ave., held a picnic this afternoon at Northern Beach this afternoon. Leaving the Temple at 1:30 p m. the picnickers headed by a band and a troop of entertainers planned to go to the Beach in a body. Prizes were offered for athletic events and stunts. Printing Plant to Be Enlarged The Cornelius Realty Company was incorporated Friday to enlarge the building of the Cornelius Printing Company, Washington and Tacoma Sts., publishers of the American Legion Weekly. Capital is $150,000. Medical Exams .July 8-10 Sixty-three Indiana University medical students have applied for the State medical examination July 8-10. A total of eighty will take the examination. Four will tails the examination.

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Hoosier Briefs TyJI ASHINGTON has three candidates for “the hard—■J est •workingman in town.” Lok Chuey, laundryman, toils fourteen hours a day. City Attorney John Spencer gets up at 5 to work in his bakery and then works until six in the evening in his law office. Homer MeCaflferty, proprietor of the Manhattan case, reports at 11:30 in the morning and works straight through to 5 the next morning. Judge Robert H. Murray, Marion, granted a divorce to Hannah Relfo, 66, and restored her maiden name. L. Link, president of the Rush County National Bank at Rushville is the oldest voluntary crop reporter in the United States, according to “The Official Record" published by the United States Department of Agriculture. m) R. SHORT talked short to Mrs. Short, did he 1 not,” Attorney Claude C. Ball asked the mother of Mrs. Short in her divorce suit at Muncie. Lightning entered the window of the home of Emmanuel Ruch, Elkhart, wrecking everything in its path but did not injure a single member of the family who were all in the house. Indiana’s gas supply hasn’t all been used up in the big political conventions. W. H. Miers, farmer, near Bloomington, has struck one of the best gas wells in the history of the section. f" IHARPSVILLE’S hopes for | Ia high school gymnasium L . I and a community gathering place went glimmering 'when the State board of tax commissioners at Indianapolis turned down the request of Trustee O. P. Nash for $14,000. Albery Morrell, Clayton, has presented 600 volumes of Shakespeare to Franklin College library. Mrs. Anna Christner, long past the flapper age, has gone the bobbed hair youngsters one better, and goes barefoot at Silver Lake. “Best cure in the world for everything,’’ she says. Raymond Drake, 11, adopted son of William Drake, near West Terre Haute, was smothered to death in a slack pile of coal at the foot of his foster father’s mine, on which he had been playing. Decatur police chief, Joe Reynolds, didn’t say anything as long as boys just shot birds. When shots went wild and broke windows he warned the parents of the youths.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY John Ainsley, a man of education and breermg, whose war wounds left him unlit for manual labor, returns hungry to his shabby lodging house. To pay his landlady the week's rent for his room—one dollar —he is compelled to pawn an ivory miniature of his mother. -At the pawnshop he is puzzled at the sight of a prosperous-look ing, fur-collared man dickering with the broker. After leaving the shop. Ainsley hum's to a little restaurant to get food. He is stopped in the entrance by the fur-eoilared individual, is taken, to the mans home, and is revived with hot soup. As he eats, Ainsley tries to take stock of his host and his surroundings. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | r-p, HE man unquestionably was | I not a gentleman. His clothing I was too garish, his jewelry too blatant. His speech, too, was coarse and sloven, and he used phrases that betokened an unfamiliarity with polite speech. His apartment, moreover, was furnished badly. The pictures on the walls clashed with the furnishings. I would have set him down immediately ae a parvenu, possibly one of the recent species of profiteers, but for a furtiveness of manner. Moreover, I had first seen him in a pawnshop. Why had he followed me? What was he? Well, I could wait for the answer. And so, forcing myself to be slow, to chew each morsel carefully, I waited for him to direct the conversation, for I said practically nothing. He delivered a monologue, based for the most part on places he had visited, events, mostly of a sporting nature, which he had witnessed. I began to think that he was probably a gambler, perhaps a follower of the race-track. Then, having decided that I had eaten all that it was well for me to take at this time, I followed his example and walked with him into the next room. “Smoke?” he asked. Perhaps I had suffered almost as much through the abstinence from tobacco as through the lack of food. Certainly his question aroused memories of sufferings that had seemed unbearable. With the first dizzying

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inhalation of the cigarette he gave me, I felt my own man once more. I had been the sport of circumstance, bit of flotsam on the city's tide. Suddenly I felt master of my own destiny. “Drink? Cocktail? Highball? Champagne?'' he asked. I shook my head. "Never touch it,” I said. “And I thought in these days no one but millionaires had such a variety.” "UNDERSTAND TH O S E?” HE POINTED TO THE BILLS. "Who said I ain’t a millionaire?" he demanded. “I beg your pardon,” said I, marveling at the queer vanity of him. “It’s all right,” he said. "I sup pose, having seen me talking to Weinberg you thought I was busted.” “I didn’t think anything about it,” I replied. He laughed in a peculiarly harsh, joyless tone. “I guess you were be yond thinking about anything. 1 took' a look at you, and say Ito

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myself: "This baby's about due for ihe m* rgue.' ” I felt myself color. ”1 do look pretty badly,” I admitted. “And on top of what Weinberg had been tell ing you about me. it was easy to guess that I wasn't a millionaire.” His eyes, hard blue, narrowed You see things, don't you? Tumbled right off to Weinberg wising me up about you, eh? We!!, I knew right off that you were no boob. I thought >ou were the lad I needed; now I know it. Like a ’ittle dough?" I laughed. Odd, how o. few ounces of food change the whole world. "What do you think?” I countered. “I'd say that you were ready to do anything to make a stake," he, said. “Almost anything,” I amended. “Fussy?" he asked. "I'm a. gentleman,” I told him The words sounded grandiloquent, absurd. *

“Yes, I suspected as much," said my host. “Starvation hurts a gentle man’s insides just like it does an ordinary roughneck's, don’t it? Are you proud?" “Suppose you explain,” I suggested. “Make it snappy, eh? All right. I will. I take it you have no friends in particular. You woundji’t be starving if you had. Am I right?” “Go on,” I said. “If you got a chance to make money, real money, important money, you’d jump at it. Am I right?” “Go on some more. You interest me,” I smiled. "There’s .1 lot of money lying around this town waiting for a good man to pick it up," he said. “Show it to me,” I suggested. “Suppose I do? Have you got nerve enough to grab it?” he demanded. I reached for another cigarette, then drew hack my hand empty. The conversation had taken a turn that mystified me. I was not sure that I wished to myself under further obligation to my host. "I don’t think I understand,” T told him. He put his hand into a pocket and withdrew it. I don’t think that ever in my life I had seen so much actual cash as he placed on a table beside him. Certainly there must have been fifteen or twenty thousand dollar bills, and as many more of lesser denominations ranging from fifty to five hundred. "Understand those?” he pointed to the wad of bills. I managed to lift my eyes from the money and looked at him. “Go on,” I said again. “I’m in business,” he said slowly. “It’s a new business, and there’s

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lots of money in it. People don’t lose their thirsts simply because other people pass a law.” "Bootlegging?” I suggested. #‘‘Brigh.'. boy," he said. “Other things, too.” His ryes were almost hidden between their lids now; yet I knew that their pupils studied me intently. “How far would you travel with a man who could toss you a bunch like that on the table?” He pointed at the wad of bills. “I need a man like you, a man that can look and talk and act like a gentleman. I got ideas, but I ain’t always ablt to put them over. You see, I know my own limits. - It doesn't matter how much of a front I wear, it don’t fool the people that I want to fool. ‘ I understood him. “My face is my fortune. Is that it?” I laughed.

He nodded. "You can make it your fortune. It hasn’t made much of a one for you yet. Any one can tell that you have been educated,, and used to good things and all that, but where's it got you?” “Here is your apartment, accepting charity,” I replied. He waved a disclaiming hand. “Not charity—business,” he corrected me. “Thank you,” said I. “I’m glad you put it on a business basis. How much do you think the food I ate was worth?” “What you mean?” he asked. “I mean what I told you a while ago; I'm a gentleman,” I said, “ —not a bootlegger or a crook.’ His thin lips curled in a sneer. “I suppose it’s better to be a gentleman and starve than a wise guy and get rich.” "I think so,” I told him. “Theres still other ways of making money,” he said. "For instance, you coujd run to she police, give them my address, and tell them what I’ve told you.” “You know that I wont,” I replied. "Will this cover the cost of what I ate?” I admit that it was ungracious, even to a confessed criminal. But after all, he had insulted me. I placed $2 upon the table—how pitiful | the amount was when laid beside 1 his huge wad of bills—picked up i my hat from the chair on which it ! had been dropped, at my entrance, nodded to him and started for the i door. “Wait a minute,” he said. “When ! you think this over, you’ll change j your mind. You’ll want to find me. j I won't be here. This place is rented for the night. Just go to Weinberg and tell him you want me. That’s the kind of a man I am—no hard feelings.” , “None here, either," I told him. 1

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| “But I hardly think we'll meet again.” “You belly’s filled now. Walt till you're hungry again.” ”1 will,’ said I. And with that I walked from the apartment to find myself a moment later in Washington Square. I looked at the great clock on the Judson tower. I could still keep my word to Mrs. Gannon. I did. Then, with $2 left of the five that I had received from Weinberg, I climbed, more easily this time than last, to my room. I sat down upon the bed and reviewed the last hour. And as I thought of how a cheap crinmal had carried me to his lodgings, fed me, patronized me anci insulted me, I was sick with shame. A man of my education and breeding, who had sunk so low in the social scale that he was open to such an insult, who was as unable to cope with the elementary facts of life as I was, was unfit to live. It was a harsh judgment which I rendered against myself, but a just one. Incompetents clutter up the path of progress. Society, in making civlized life diffcult for the incompetent, is enacting natural decrees; for nature, before society began, destroyed the incompetent. A sudden determination came to me. I had parted with the last possession that had a marketable value. Os course, I had my overcoat, but

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