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American Heritage MagazineJune 1972    Volume 23, Issue 4
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COOKE THE FINANCIER


Our story about the Ogontz School for Young Ladies (“A Schoolgirl’s Album,” December, 1971) was read with both interest and irritation by Charles B. Harding, of Rumson, New Jersey, retired senior partner of the Wall Street firm of Smith, Barney & Company, and the great grandson of Jay Cooke, who donated the mansion that became the school’s home. The photographs reminded Mr. Harding of ones he had seen before, for he recalled that his mother and her five sisters had all attended the school. He took exception, however, to two phrases used to describe Jay Cooke—that he was a “wily manipulator” and was known as the “so-called” financier of the Civil War. As Mr. Harding put it:
Jay Cooke had his faults, perhaps overoptimism was the greatest, but his career was banking, not manipulation. … I might add that the recouping of his fortune after the failure of Jay Cooke & Co. in 1873 is an interesting story: He met a Scotsman on a train going out West who told him that he had discovered a silver mine which he believed to contain some rich ore, but that he could not get it out as there was no railroad to the site. He offered Jay Cooke a half interest in the mine if he would build a branch line from one of the railroads he controlled. This Cooke did and later sold his half interest for over one million dollars. The mine was the famous Horn silver mine. …

With regard to his being referred to as the “so-called” financier of the Civil War: as a result of his and Drexel & Co.’s success in the sale of a Pennsylvania loan in 1861, and subsequent assistance to the U.S. Treasury in disposing of various issues of bonds and notes, Jay Cooke was appointed by Secretary Salmon P. Chase in October, 1862, as his special agent for the sale of the first great ($500,000,000) war loan. … It has been estimated that in all about 60 per cent of the u.s. Government loans during the Civil War were made through “Jay Cooke, Special Agent.” Some have gone so far as to say that the Union was victorious primarily because of the efforts of three men—Lincoln, Grant, and Cooke. One kept the country on its course, one provided winning military leadership, and the third provided the means to accomplish the purposes of the other two.
We must, on looking into the record, apologize for our ill-chosen epithets.


 

THE BARI RAID


In our October, 1971, issue we published an account of the little-publicized German air raid on the port of Bari, Italy, which took place on December 2, 1943, and the tragic consequences when ships carrying highly secret supplies of mustard gas exploded. A reader who was on the scene that day, Bertram M. Rothschild, of Long Beach, New York— then a soldier in the Air Corps— expressed amazement that military doctors were unaware of the lethal cargoes. As Mr. Rothschild tells it:
After the raid I had fallen into an exhausted sleep in our billet over the U.S. Air Corps finance office on Victor Emmanuel Avenue when I was awakened about midnight and ordered to empty my barrack bag and report downstairs immediately with it and a gas mask as we had to evacuate. A ship containing mustard gas had been hit and was being towed outside the harbor by a destroyer.

We loaded the money into the bags and with gas masks over one shoulder, the sacks over the other, we carried the money to a technical school on the outskirts of the city.

If a T-5 in an Air Corps disbursing office knew about the mustard gas the same night as the raid, doesn’t it appear strange that nobody bothered to tell the medics about it?


 

HEAVEN HELP US


Author John Malcolm Brinnin’s description of Fiddler’s Green as “the mythical sailor’s heaven” (“The Sway of the Grand Saloon,” October, 1971) was “too much for an old cavalryman to bear,” according to James C. McBride, of Wichita Falls, Texas. He writes:
I shouldn’t hope to find a sailor there, but the shades of Stuart, of Sheridan, and of Jonathan M. Wainwright, who named his retirement home in San Antonio “Fiddler’s Green.”

The War Department’s 1948 history of the Medal of Honor quoted a song of the Sixth Cavalry:

None but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddler’s Green.
… when … the hostiles come to get your scalp
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddler’s Green.

In all justice to Mr. Brinnin, the Oxford English Dictionary describes Fiddler’s Green as being of nautical derivation and defines it as: “A sailor’s elysium, in which wine, women, and song figure prominently.”


 

THE SMOKE-FILLED ROOM


A “smoke-filled room,” as every politician knows, is where the other party’s bosses secretly choose their candidate. One’s own standard-bearer, of course, is selected openly and freely by the divinely inspired delegates of the People. To the newsmen and television commentators a smoke-filled room is one where they couldn’t get in.

It all goes back to the Republican convention of 1920, when after a day of indecisive balloting Warren G. Hording, a dark horse, was supposed to have received the bosses’ nod in the first so-called smokefilled room, and Calvin Coolidge was then picked as his running mate. On this, Mark Sullivan commented in Our Times: …I doubt whether a nomination for the Presidency (or anything else) ever merely ‘happens,’ always it must be brought about and always somebody must play the part of brmger about. ”

The truth, alas, is not always what political writers and commentators tell us it is. A very different version of what took place in Chicago more than a half century ago was recorded in 1952 by the sole survivor of the original smoke-filled room, former senator James W. Wadsworth of New York, who died shortly afterward. His story, as related in an interview for the Oral History Research Office at Columbia University, is as follows:


Nicholas Murray Butler, the president of Columbia University, was certainly what might be termed a receptive candidate for the Republican nomination in Chicago, as was Senator Miles Poindexter, from the state of Washington. The two outstanding candidates, however, were General Leonard Wood and Governor Frank O. Lowden, the former governor of Illinois. Another candidate who was running third, let us say, was Governor Hiram Johnson of California, who had run on the Roosevelt ticket as candidate for Vice President in 1912.

The convention met at Chicago, and after two or three days of balloting an apparently hopeless deadlock occurred between Wood and Lowden. It was finally apparent by Friday night (Friday was the next to the last day of the week in which the convention sat) that neither of them could be nominated. The weather was extremely hot. The delegates sat in their shirt sleeves. “What will we do? What will we do?”

A goodly share of the press at that time emphasized and has emphasized for a long time since what went on in what came to be known as the “smoke-filled room” in which it was alleged that the nomination of Harding was decided upon. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was chairman of the New York delegation and as such it was my duty to move around just as much as I could to find out what was going on. Personally I had been supporting Lowden.…

Then we come to the “smoke-filled room.” That was a room on an upper floor of the Blackstone Hotel which was reserved and occupied by George Harvey, the publisher of Harvey’s Weekly and later ambassador to London on the appointment of President Harding. He happened to have this big room up there and the Republican leaders very early in the convention got in the habit of dropping in. I went in there time and again. …

The last time I was in that room after a good many visits was at about one o’clock in the morning of Saturday, the last day of the convention. Present were Senators Lodge [of Massachusetts], Reed Smoot [of Utah], Frank B. Brandegee [of Connecticut], Charles Curtis of Kansas, James E. Watson of Indiana, and others, and other state chairmen of their respective states. … I say these men were in there—they came and went, in and out, in and out. By midnight of Friday after the convention had been balloting at least two days— I can’t remember all the details as to the number of ballots—and the deadlock had persisted, those men who came in and out of that room, the famous smoke-filled room, did not know what to do. They reached no decision whatsoever. Some would say, “Wouldn’t it be a good thing to do this?” “Wouldn’t it be a good thing to do that?” …

Some talked about Harding, some talked about Nicholas Murray Butler, some talked about Johnson, and some talked about the chairman of the Republican National Committee who later became head of the movie industry, Will Hays. None of them seemed satisfactory. If there ever was a crowd of men who behaved like a bunch of chickens with their heads off it was these alleged conspirators who gathered in this smoke-filled room.

I left that room at one-thirty A.M. on Saturday morning. Walking down a deserted corridor upstairs in the Blackstone Hotel I ran into Warren Harding quite by accident. He stopped me.

He said, “Jim, what do you know?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything.”

“Do you think I have got a chance?”

“I don’t know. I can’t give you a reliable estimate.”

“I think I have a chance if I can gain some votes on the first roll call tomorrow morning.” (He should have said this morning.) “If I can show a gain on the first roll call I believe that a lot of the adherents of Wood and Lowden will give up their devotion to those men respectively and come to me. I don’t know. I think that might happen. What do you think the New York delegation will do?”

“The New York delegation is going to have a meeting at nine-thirty o’clock this morning.” …

Harding said to me, “Do you think I will gain some votes in the New York delegation?”

I said, “I haven’t the slightest idea.” …s

I should say that this conversation indicated to me that Harding had had a change of mind about wanting to be President. When Harding was finally launched into this thing he really did become tremendously interested. It bit hard. He was anxious to win. For a long, long time prior to his actual announcement of his candidacy, which he always said he was forced to do to meet a political situation in Ohio, he didn’t want to leave the Senate. …

Let us note what happened on the morning of that Saturday. I can’t remember the day of the month, but it was a Saturday. The New York delegation of ninety members met at about nine-thirty that morning in its hotel headquarters. On a roll call instead of only two delegates being for Harding, eight delegates announced they were going to vote for him. …s I was still voting for Lowden.

When the convention met and the roll call started one thing became apparent. Johnson of California had been running number three during the deadlock between Lowden and Wood. No considerable portion of the Lowden or Wood supporters would ever vote for Johnson. His number three was considerably behind both Lowden and Wood largely because Johnson had run for Vice-President with Theodore Roosevelt against the Republican Party only eight years before. So they wouldn’t shift to Johnson.

When the state of Kansas was reached on the roll call, all twenty Kansas delegates switched to Harding. It created a sensation on the floor of the convention. Here were 900 or 1,000 sweating fellows in their shirt-sleeves wondering, “Why in heaven’s name can’t we settle this thing?” After the Kansas delegation was called, other delegations began, here and there, drifting toward Harding, so that at the end of that first roll call Harding had more votes than Johnson. That put him up to number three and both Wood and Lowden had come down a little.

The average delegate saw that neither Wood nor Lowden could be nominated. Most of them were against Johnson. Why not be for Harding? It was as simple as that. There was nothing against Harding in those days. He was a very presentable man, very handsome and a fine good Republican. He had been temporary chairman of the convention four years before and had made a most excellent impression. All the delegates who had been to that convention and were at this convention in 1920 remembered him. Why not Harding? It was psychological … not an hysterical atmosphere in which they flocked to Harding on the next roll call in overwhelming numbers. They got no orders to do it from the “smoke-filled room” or elsewhere. …

Now how about the nomination for the Vice President? As the final roll call was going on and it became certain that Harding would be nominated, Senators Medill McCormick of Illinois, Watson of Indiana, and some others including myself—it was Medill McCormick who engineered the thing, or tried to—gathered very hastily in a low-ceilinged room underneath the Speaker’s platform. It was McCormick who said, “Boys, Harding is being nominated. I guess it is all over for that. We’ve got to find somebody for Vice President. Quick! Come on!”

There was a short discussion.

Some one of them said, “Harding is known as a pretty stout conservative. We would better put on the ticket for Vice President with him a fellow who has more of a reputation of being a liberal or progressive or whatever you choose to call it. How would Senator Lenroot of Wisconsin do?”

We all agreed to go back to our delegations and boom Lenroot for Vice President. That was the only evidence of a Senatorial cabal at which I was present. So they went back to their delegations. My colleague, Senator William M. Calder of New York, was there. He went back to our New York delegation and he seconded the nomination of Lenroot for Vice President.…

Whereupon, back in the center aisle a delegate from Oregon or Washington got up and called out, “Mr. Chairman, I nominate Calvin Coolidge of Massachusetts!”

It was all over!

The reason they voted for Coolidge was that they had an underlying admiration for him. Coolidge had become famous by that time as a result of the Boston police strike and he had delivered himself of some very sensible, straight-thinking utterances. He was in the back of the minds of any number of delegates in that convention and when this chap said, “I nominate Calvin Coolidge of Massachusetts,” nothing could stop it. It was spontaneous. It wasn’t organized and there were no bosses in it at all —in fact a few of the bosses tried to nominate Lenroot, who was a very good man, and failed completely. If there was ever a President and a Vice President nominated at a convention without the intervention of organized bosses it was those two men, Harding and Coolidge.


 

FAIR BUT NOT FRAIL …


It was bound to happen, once women invaded the sanctuary of maleoriented offices, or unescorted ladies ran the gauntlet of the city streets: the newly liberated woman was accosted, either by some caddish employers or by a rogue out to take her purse or that which is more precious … etc. How to fend all this off? One solution, posed by the New-York Tribune Illustrated Supplement in 1904, was the “innocent hatpin.” One had been designed, the newspaper observed, “that is intended primarily for use as a weapon of defence. It is in reality a stiletto … made of fine steel … as sharp as a needle, and hardened at the end so that it can be used with deadly effect as a dagger. … With this in her hand the nervous woman is ready for the stranger, whatever his intentions.”

There was another solution— jujitsu—which the President himself, Teddy Roosevelt, had mastered that very same year. An authority on “The Marvelous Japanese Art of Defense” noted in 1905 that the craze for learning jujitsu had spread from the drawing rooms of London to Washington and New York, and that even the President’s daughter Alice was reputed to be an expert.

A Dr. Latson of New York taught both jujitsu and a mode of protection —apparently suited to rainy days— that employed the umbrella. The photographs at left of “Dr. Latson’s Method of Self-Defense,” taken by the noted photographer of city life, Percy C. Bryon, in 1906, illustrate these modes for warding off a street bully, fair weather or foul.

Jujitsu seems to have become passé in our own time, but the ladies are learning karate, and they carry Chemical Mace, and sometimes, when they turn around, you find they’re boys anyway.


 
 
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