Smith rose from his morning dip with the joyful countenance of a diver
who has found a rare pearl. We were making progress, he said; he
thought he had got hold of what he called the God’s truth of the whole
business. What those fellows did at Chicago and San Francisco was to
cut the barbed-wire entanglements in No Man’s Land, so that it doesn’t
make much difference on which side of the battle-line we find ourselves
on election day. The parties have unwittingly flung a challenge to
the independent voter. An extraordinary opportunity is presented to
citizens everywhere to scrutinize with unusual care their local tickets
and vote for the candidates who promise the best service. As Smith put
it, we ought to be able to scramble things a good deal. Keep the bosses
guessing: this he offered as a good slogan for the whole Smith family.
In our own Indiana we would pick and choose, registering, of course,
our disapproval of Senator Watson as a post-graduate of the Penrose
school, and voting for a Democrat for governor because Governor
Goodrich’s administration has been a continuous vaudeville of error and
confusion, and the Democratic candidate, a gentleman heretofore unknown
in politics, talks common sense in folksy language.
We finally concluded as to the presidency that it came down to a choice
of men tested by their experience, public acts, and the influences
behind them. The imperative demand is for an efficient administration
of the federal government. The jobs must be given to big men of
demonstrated capacity. Undoubtedly Mr. Harding would have a larger
and more promising field to draw upon. If it were possible for Mr.
Cox to break a precedent and state with the frankness of which he
seems capable the order of men he would assemble for his counsellors
and administrators, he would quiet an apprehension that is foremost
in the minds of an innumerable company of hesitating voters. Fear of
continuance of Mr. Wilson’s indulgent policy toward mediocrity and a
repetition of his refusal to seek the best help the nation offered
(until compelled to call upon the expert dollar-a-year man to meet the
exigencies of war) is not a negligible factor in this campaign, and
Mr. Cox, if he is wise, will not ignore it.
The manner of Mr. Harding’s nomination by the senatorial cabal, whose
influence upon his administration is hardly a speculative matter,
invites the consideration of progressive Republicans who rankle under
two defeats fairly chargeable to reactionary domination. It was
apparent at Chicago that the Old Guard had learned nothing and would
risk a third consecutive defeat rather than accept any candidate not
of their choosing. Mr. Harding’s emphasis upon his belief in party
government, as distinguished from personal government--obviously a slap
at Mr. Wilson--is susceptible of an unfortunate interpretation, as Mr.
Cox was quick to see. If the Republican candidate means submission to
organization chiefs, or to such a group as now controls the Senate and
the party, his declaration is not reassuring.
If Smith, in his new mood of independence, votes for Mr. Cox, and I,
not a little bitter that my party in these eight years has failed to
meet my hopes for it, vote for Mr. Harding, which of us, I wonder,
will the better serve America?
With renewed faith and hope we packed our belongings and made ready for
our return to the world of men. Having settled the nation’s affairs,
and being on good terms with our consciences, we turned for a last look
at the camp before embarking. Smith took the platforms and the speeches
of acceptance of the candidates for President and Vice-President of
the United States, affixed them firmly to a stone, and consigned them
without ceremony to the deep. The fish had been naughty, he said, and
he wanted to punish them for their bad manners.