“The trouble with you, Dreiser,” said Maxwell as I was trying to write out what the Supreme1 Court Justice had said to me, “is that you haven’t any training and you’re trying to get it now when we haven’t the time. Over in the Tribune office they have a sign which reads: WHO OR WHAT? HOW? WHEN? WHERE? All those things have to be answered in the first paragraph—not in the last paragraph, or the middle paragraph, but in the first. Now come here. Gimme that stuff,” and he cut and hacked2, running thick lines of blue lead through my choicest thoughts and restating in a line or two all that I thought required ten. A sardonic3 smile played about his fat mouth, and I saw by his twinkling eyes that he felt that it was good for me.
“News is information,” he went on as he worked. “People want it quick, sharp, clear—do you hear? Now you probably think I’m a big stiff, chopping up your great stuff like this, but if you live and hold this job you’ll thank me. As a matter of fact, if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have this job now. Not one copy-reader out of a hundred would take the trouble to show you,” and he looked at me with hard, cynical4 and yet warm gray eyes.
I was wretched with the thought that I should be dropped once the convention was over, and so I bustled5 here and there, anxious to find something. Of a morning, from six o’clock until noon, I studied all the papers, trying to discover what all this fanfare6 was about and just what was expected of me. The one great thing to find out was who was to be nominated and which delegations8 or individuals would support the successful candidate. Where could I get the information? The third day I talked to Maxwell about it, and as a favor he brought out a paper in which a rough augury9 was made which showed that the choice lay between David Bennett Hill and Grover Cleveland, with a third man, Senator McEntee, as a dark horse. Southern sentiment seemed to be centering about him, and in case no agreement could be reached by the New York delegation7 as to which of its two opposing candidates it would support their vote might be thrown to this third man.
Of course this was all very confusing to me. I did my best to get it straight. Learning that the Tammany delegation, two thousand strong, was to arrive from New York this same day and that the leaders were to be quartered at the Auditorium10, I made my way there, determined11 to obtain an interview with no less a person than Richard Croker, who, along with Bourke Cochran, and a hard-faced, beefy individual by the name of John F. Carroll seemed to be the brains and mouthpiece of the Tammany organization. In honor of their presence, the Auditorium was decorated with flags and banners, some of them crossed with tomahawks or Indian feathers. Above the onyx-lined bar was a huge tiger with a stiff projecting tail which when pulled downward, as it was every few seconds by one bartender and another, caused the papier-mâché image to emit a deep growl12. This delighted the crowd, and after each growl there was another round of drinks. Red-faced men in silk hats and long frockcoats slapped each other on the back and bawled13 out their joy or threats or prophecies.
On the first floor above the office of the hotel, were Richard Croker, his friend and adviser14, Carroll, and Bourke Cochran. They sat in the center of a great room on a huge red plush divan15, receiving and talking.
As a representative of the Globe, a cheap nickel star fastened to one of the lapels of my waistcoat and concealed16 by my coat, my soul stirred by being allowed to mingle17 in affairs of great import, I finally made my way to the footstool of this imposing18 group and ventured to ask for an interview with Croker himself. The great man, short, stocky, carefully, almost too carefully, dressed, his face the humanized replica19 of that of a tiger, looked at me in a genial20, quizzical, condescending21 way and said: “No interviews.” I remember the patent leather button shoes with the gray suède tops, the heavy gold ring on one finger, and the heavy watch-chain across his chest.
“I wish I could,” he grinned. “I wouldn’t be sitting here trying to find out.” He smiled again and repeated my question to one of his companions. They all looked at me with smiling condescension23 and I beat a swift retreat.
Defeated though I was, I decided24 to write out the little scene, largely to prove to the city editor that I had actually seen Croker and been refused an interview.
I went down to the bar to review the scene being enacted25 there. While I was standing26 at the bar drinking a lemonade there came a curious lull27. In the midst of it the voices of two men near me became audible as they argued who would be nominated, Cleveland, Hill or some third man, not the one I have mentioned. Bursting with my new political knowledge and longing28 to air it, I, at the place where one of the strangers mentioned the third man as the most likely choice, solemnly shook my head as much as to say: “You are all wrong.”
“Well, then, who do you think?” inquired the stranger, who was short, red-faced, intoxicated29.
“Senator McEntee, of South Carolina,” I replied, feeling as though I were stating an incontrovertible truth.
A tall, fair-complexioned, dark-haired Southerner in a wide-brimmed white hat and flaring30 frockcoat paused at this moment in his hurried passage through the room and, looking at the group, exclaimed:
“Who does me the honah to mention my name in connection with the Presidency31? I am Senator McEntee of South Carolina. No intrusion, I hope?”
I and the two others stared in confusion.
“None whatever,” I replied with an air, thinking how interesting it was that this man of all people should be passing through the room at this time. “These gentlemen were saying that —— of —— would be nominated, and I was going to say that sentiment is running more in your favor.”
“Well, now, that is most interesting, my young friend, and I’m glad to hear you say it. It’s an honah to be even mentioned in connection with so great an office, however small my qualifications. And who are you, may I ask?”
“My name in Dreiser. I represent the Chicago Globe.”
“Oh, do you? That makes it doubly interesting. Won’t you come along with me to my rooms for a moment? You interest me, young man, you really do. How long have you been a reporter?”
“Oh, for nearly a year now,” I replied grandly.
“And have you ever worked for any other paper?”
He seemed elated by his discovery. He must have been one of those swelling33 nonentities34 flattered silly by this chance discussion of his name in a national convention atmosphere. An older newspaper man would have known that he had not the least chance of being seriously considered. Somebody from the South had to be mentioned, as a compliment, and this man was fixed35 upon as one least likely to prove disturbing later.
He bustled out to a shady balcony overlooking the lake, ordered two cocktails36 and wanted to know on what I based my calculation. In order to not seem a fool I now went over my conversation with Maxwell. I spoke37 of different delegations and their complexions38 as though these conclusions were my own, when as a matter of fact I was quoting Maxwell verbatim. My hearer seemed surprised at my intelligence.
“You seem to be very well informed,” he said genially39, “but I know you’re wrong. The Democratic party will never go to the South for a candidate—not for some years anyway. Just the same, since you’ve been good enough to champion me in this public fashion, I would like to do something for you in return. I suppose your paper is always anxious for advance news, and if you bring it in you get the credit. Now at this very moment, over in the Hotel Richelieu, Mr. William C. Whitney and some of his friends—Mr. Croker has just gone over there—are holding a conference. He is the one man who holds the balance of power in this convention. He represents the moneyed interests and is heart and soul for Grover Cleveland. Now if you want a real beat you’d better go over there and hang about. Mr. Whitney is sure to make a statement some time today or tomorrow. See his secretary, Mr. ——, and tell him I sent you. He will do anything for you he can.”
I thanked him, certain at last I had a real piece of news. This conference was the most important event that would or could take place in the whole convention. I was so excited that I wanted to jump up and run away.
“It will keep,” he said, noting my nervousness. “No other newspaper man knows of it yet. Nothing will be given out yet for several hours because the conference will not be over before that time.”
“But I’d like to phone my office,” I pleaded.
“All right, but come back.”
I ran to the nearest telephone. I explained my beat to the city editor and, anxious lest I be unable to cover it, asked him to inform the head political man. He was all excitement at once, congratulated me and told me to follow up this conference. Then I ran back to my senator.
“I see,” he said, “that you are a very industrious40 and eager young man. I like to see that. I don’t want to say anything which will set up your hopes too much, because things don’t always work out as one would wish, but did any one ever suggest to you that you would make a good private secretary?”
“No, sir,” I replied, flattered and eager.
“Well, from what I have seen here today I am inclined to think you would. Now I don’t know that I shall be returned to the Senate after this year—there’s a little dispute in my State—but if I am, and you want to write me after next January, I may be able to do something for you. I’ve seen a lot of bright young fellows come up in the newspaper profession, and I’ve seen a lot go down. If you’re not too much attached to it, perhaps you would like this other better.”
He smiled serenely41, and I could have kissed his hands. At the same time, if you please, I was already debating whether one so promising42 as myself should leave the newspaper profession!
But even more than my good fortune at gleaning43 this bit of news or beat, as it proved, I was impressed by the company I was keeping and the realm in which I now moved as if by right—great hotels, a newspaper office with which I was connected, this senator, these politicians, the display of comfort and luxury on every hand. Only a little while back I was an inexperienced, dreaming collector for an “easy-payment” company, and now look at me! Here I sat on this grand balcony, the senator to my right, a table between us, all the lovely panorama44 of the lake and Michigan Drive below. What a rise! From now on, no doubt, I would do much better. Was I not even now being offered the secretaryship to a senator?
In due time I left and ran to the Richelieu, but my brain was seething45 with my great rise and my greater achievement in being the first to know of and report to my paper this decisive conference. If that were true I should certainly have discovered what my paper and all papers were most eager to know.
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