Word: campaign
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Comment on the Presidential campaign of 1928 has begun early, chiefly because of the possibility of a third term for President Coolidge. Last summer, every visitor at White Pine Camp was given a significance by the correspondents; in the autumn, much Coolidge and anti-Coolidge talk reverberated in state and congressional elections. Last week, Frank R. Kent, whose able pen pleases the Democratic readers of the Baltimore Sun, informed the sagaciously militant readers of the Nation that "the real business of this session of Congress is Presidential politics...
...with the correspondents. He wants it but he doesn't want to fight for it-and he won't. . . . In the whole of his political career there is no record of a fight." After listing the usual assets which President Coolidge might have in a third term campaign, Mr. Kent expanded on the negative arguments: "Should he get another [term], he will have been President two years longer than any other man in our history. The limitation that Washington and Jefferson regarded as wise and to which Grant and Roosevelt yielded as final is to be broken...
...recognizes the vicious principle that geographical balance of power should influence the choice of Federal commissioners; he was a onetime lawyer for the Pittsburgh Coal Co. and hence would be biased in important decisions now pending before the Interstate Commerce Commission; he was manager of the Pepper-Fisher primary campaign last spring, with its slush record...
...onetime Premier Ramsay Macdonald (Laborite). Smethwick bums and paupers cheered with loud good humor the stump speeches of this galaxy. Smethwick brats were soundly kissed by apple-cheeked Betty Baldwin and peftte Lady Cynthia Mosely. Betty Baldwin taunted Oswald Mosely with stooping to call Lady Cynthia "the Missus" for campaign purposes. That lady, indefatigable, harangued a Communist meeting; with a red flag in her hand, led the singing of the International, walked to the edge of the Smethwick slums, was whisked to her hotel in a Curzon-bought Rolls-Royce...
...city in a mood half carnival, half belligerent. What important Detroiters were doing last week- besides conferring finally with engineers, designers, bodybuilders and advertising experts-was to make hotel reservations, dates with friends, memoranda of wives' shopping orders, etc., etc. Their big annual party and grim selling campaign, were about to begin...