Judge — June 1937 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THE SENATOR-AT-LARGE Di worry about those noises you hear overhead these days, or the spots before your eyes. It isn’t too much coffee necessarily, or overeating. It is a collection of big and little booms of presidential aspirants getting under way. Three years from thi: summer will see two old-time conventions being held. And three years before them isn’t too soon for candidates to get exposed to lightning. Neither of these coming affairs will be cut and dried like those held last summer, but will be wide open Kilkenny brawls. It is too early to forecast the en- try of hopefuls in the Republican melee. However, those griefworn faces you saw storming up and down the nation last Fall will all be there again in some ca- pacity. At another time when the mood 1s on us, we will call that roll, but now is the Spring of Democratic ambitions— and how they bloom! Today, the most forthright effort of them all is the one for James, The Far- ley. Believe it or not, Jim has become a statesman and, unquestionably, he has gained the respect of great numbers, in- cluding many of his former enemies. His innate decency and personal habits have brought him a dignified following. Papa I accept the nomination. Roosevelt hasn't tapped him on the shoulder yet, but if Jim will stand a little higher he will feel the touch. ‘HE most interesting little boomlet of the lot is that of Jesse Jones, and your treacherous memory may have let you forget that Texas, from whence he hails, was engaged in something of an important trade in the Chicago conven- tion of 1932. Down in Texas, Suh, they begin to take off their hats when they hear that Jesse has bought a railroad ticket back home. And if he wants to, he will walk into that convention with whatever Texas has to give a candidate. Mr. Garner, the Texas banker, owes to Texas and to Jones his first loyalty and you'll find him standing up to the mark delivering it if he is called on. Byrd, of Virginia, has lost nothing he had in 1932 and has added to his height in that time. If 1940 demands a South. ern Democrat of conservative inclina- tions, there is the former Governor of Virginia. Carter Glass has a father's affection for him and below the Mason and Dixon line, Virginia's senior sena- tor is the symbol of protection against the invasion of State’s rights. EnRiaus They shipped Paul McNutt out of the Middle West into the Far East, but that turbulent spirit will burst the confines of Manila in time to send him sprawling on the convention floor, full of feht and full of trouble for somebody. Out of Pennsylvania, which has so recently come into the sweet heat of Democratic approval, the keystone Gov- ernor Earle will come into the conven. tion city with two more bands than any other candidate and all of the Joe Guffeys in existence. There is a suspicion that Earle is shooting at the Vice Presidency to cinch it but is keeping his sights up so that he cannot miss the second target. There is one man from Ohio they will all have to watch and that is Senior Sen. ator Robert Bulkley. He stands squarely today at the crossroads of ambition and accomplishment. The next three years will see him grow tremendously in public esteem and that, with his geographical background, may determine his candi- dacy. HIS is not the entire list by any means, since each one of the thirty- eight Democratic Governors in the Unit- ct States is striving for a record which will earn him the nomination. Deep in his heart, encouraged by a local favor- able press, he sees himself his party's standard bearer. The rumors and gossip of possibilities, alliances, plots, strategies and. sianoeuvers are limitless, and some of them unbelievable in their comedy background. There is one senator fre- quently and prominently mentioned un- ler any and all circumstances—by his wife, She assures all and sundry that he is really a statesman and not a politician, and so far she has been successful in having her maid pledge her unqualified support. Buried deep in the Farm Credit Ad- ministration 1s another hopeful from South Dakota, who said seven years ago that he was of presidential caliber and has in that seven years secured the en. dorsements of two Rotary and one Ki- wanis Club. A Grange President from Nebraska made a speech accepting the nomination in a corn field last Fall, when the combined encouragement of hard cider and a corn husking contest had thrown him a little out of stride. And so help me, it was a good speech! Each Congressional Record that rolls off the Presses reproduces speeches which, by changing a few words, could easily be- come declarations of candidacy. HE effect of Franklin D. Roosevelt's approval or disapproval of individ. ual candidacies cannot be measured for another year. But, after all, a reign is passing with these years and it is as well, pemsps: that in these slightly free United States we begin early to gargle the huskiness from our throats so that we may be heard to cry our new, Long Live the King! —Harry NewMan. Judge comicbooks.com