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Show I FROM COWPUNCHER TO SENATE I I There has been a tradition that intermeddling in-termeddling from Washington never did a presidential candidate any good. The people, it was thought, wanted to be let alone while making their choice. As Woodrow Wilson would say, In writing a confidential letter to a trusted trust-ed friend, that tradition has been knocked into a cocked hat. Anyway, Washington this year has become the main show, and energetic managers at the door urge the crowds to walk right in, study the literature, lit-erature, gaze at the photographs and decide the matter for themselves, as patriots and intelligent men. It is a strenuous business. William Brown McKInley, manager for President Taft, tells me that his physical trainer train-er calls him every morning at 6:30 o'clock, puts him through his gymnastics, gym-nastics, and then strikes coffee from his breakfast and tobacco from his daily comforts. "I had to hire him," Mr. McKInley said with an apologetic tone in his voice, "to train me for the Btrain." Also there are managers for Roosevelt, La Follette, Cummins, Wilson, Harmon and Underwood. Foss, Gaynor, and Marshall are unrepresented at the national capital so far. They may be, however, later on. The ancient prejudice against and the fear of Washington, then, have passed away and the rhetorical and hurrying presidential presi-dential propagandists are here, perhaps, to stay. J An old baseball catcher, Fred T. Dubois, of a team once celebrated at Yale, is directing the campaign of Champ Clark. Dubois, likewise, formerly punched cows from Blackfoot to Cheyenne and chased polygamous Moriuona while a marshal of the United States. |