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Show I j Stories About Democratic Nominee IR C C. l V I! . Muff SMM ial DAYTON. ill !. July 6. One of Governor James it. Cqx'b cronies la Kd Antrim of Hamilton. hio. recently recent-ly retired a stnte law librarian. T1" two were boyhood frlendN tn Butler! bounty 35 years ago My carl lent reei llectlon of Jfhlinle Cox." said Antrim, remlnieenctngi 'was seeing him Arlvq ini' Jake Mbr-ner's Mbr-ner's feed stable, m ar i ht old High and Main streets suspension brl K 6, In Hamilton, hack In 1 s 1 5 . "I was working In Bmyers' hardw re store across the street, and i i would often come Into our store in bU) nails nr binder twin" or other ihn.g-on ihn.g-on h's father's farm. Th" family would send Jim into town from Jacksonbar;7. where thov lived, about once 'i two weeke to do the 'trading.' He drove an old bay mare, hitched to a light huggy without h top. "Jake Morner. who ran the feed tble, was an odd character full of good stories and he and Jlmmie became be-came great friend. I've often looked out of the hardware store window across the street, and have seen Jlm- Imic, silting on a voap no, uutinuk his head off at one of Jake's yarns. ' When dinner lime came, Jlmmie would often come across to the store and say: 'Come on. Ed. let's go down to the liutlor house and get something to eat." and I'd generally gc along with him. if I happened to have tb price ' They served regular meals for 20 i-er.ts "Mot long ago. the governor and I Were having "fanning bee' and he said to me: 'Ed. do you think there's; ny place In hio toda that aervi i such good meals as we used to get ai. the old Butler house tor ru centg when we were kids'." "After Jimmle got all his trading' done he always went down to the meat market of Joe and Johnnie T'ronim i ir.d bought a big hunk of bologna t ! eat on the 10-mile drive back to Jac,l.-( lonhurg. I used to say to him: 'Jtm-i i. i.e. you'll kill yourself eating all that fluff.' " v. as out with him a year or so ago and we passed a meHt market that wan displaying some ver;. fine bologn.i in its window. The governor ordered his car r.topped and he said to mo: I Sav Ed, go In and get a pound of that I will you? I like It as well now as I j did when 1 was a kid ' cant arrhed. It v. as alwayi an old Mrs. Kei'ier." By the time he was 1".. Cox had re-ceived re-ceived all the schooling he could gel In his Immediate neighborhood. "At th.- same time he had become tired of the farm work. His father, however, had a farmer's carter mapped out for him. So the 'o boy "ran off to Middle-town Middle-town and cot a Job at $J a week a "devil" in the offce of the Middle-town Middle-town Signal, running the press and Weeping out the office after school hours A week or so luti-r hla father located him. but didn't take him buck to the farm. "Co ahead and be a printer if jrou want to." he m.i1. . At 1, young Cox tecured a teacher's license and began "'aching In the village vil-lage of Hnn at HO a month. At the gam" time he taught a night school In Mlddletown. It was while teaching In the night school that he mot I'aul Sorg a mtlllcnaire toba co man. who was president of the school board. After teaching several years, Cox got a Job as reporter on a Cincinnati newspaper. news-paper. Iff- was "fired." howevi r. for writing a story that displeased a railroad rail-road official, and then Sorg, by this, time a -6r.gres.inian made Cox his private, pri-vate, secretary. '. "Well, 1 have and I've used one m my a time in helping my fa' her .split rails down in Butler county." Then addressing the crowd, the governor asked ail who knsjw what "glut" was ; to hold tip their hand. Quite a num-jber num-jber of hands went up. "A 'glut.' " explained the governor. "Is a big wooden wedge that you drive Into the log in splitting It." He was not aeuln interrupted dur-j dur-j Ing that speech. |
