Word: mckinleyism
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President William McKinley's wife used to have fits. If she suffered one during, say, a White House state dinner, McKinley would reach into his breast pocket for a large silk handkerchief, which with a matter-of-fact chivalry he would drape over her face. The President's forbidding dignity kept the conversation going, and when poor Ida, an epileptic, came around, he would remove the handkerchief and tenderly lead her back into the table talk...
...balls and whisky bottles, and had everything from shoes to fruits and vegetables thrown at me ... An umpire should hate humanity." Ernie Stewart, a wartime umpire, laments the loneliness that goes with the job: "Every city is a strange city; you don't have a home." Bill McKinley, a 19-year man, thinks of the jeers and catcalls as a kind of minor league tryout: "Some fellows never made it because they couldn't take it." Still, despite these drawbacks, none of the officials ever considered leaving the game; as The Men in Blue amply testifies...
...according to whether they were active or passive and positive or negative toward their job. In his new book, The Pulse of Politics (Norton; $14.95), Barber divides presidential elections since 1900 into three phases: conflict, conscience and conciliation. First comes a tooth-and-claw struggle: a stand-pat William McKinley vs. fiery Populist William Jennings Bryan in 1900, or Richard Nixon vs. George Mc-Govern in 1972. Then all-out conflict gives way to a rivalry of conscience, lofty moralizing in place of mere politics: Woodrow Wilson vs. Charles Evans Hughes in 1916, or Jimmy Carter vs. Gerald Ford...
...blocks down, and four blocks up the hill, Sen. William D. Proxmire (D- Wisc.) is holding hearings to decide on the fate of the National Science Foundation's budget in fiscal 1981. It is very dark in room 1318 of the Everett McKinley Dirksen Senate Office Building, but Proxmire's tongue cuts through the bureaucratic gloom. Proxmire is asking a quivering panel of NSF administrators why their agency spent $35 a day to finance a graduate student's research on "The Development of Political Institutions in Colorado in the 19th Century" when a man in Maine spends the same amount...
...camera is packed away in its tan case with the Senator's favorite 120-mm lens nestled in leather. He has a clutch of Arthur Adler's summer suits ready for rumpling. Tab, Fresca and coffee by the gallon are in the hold. The ghost of Everett McKinley Dirksen has been signed on. About this time Howard Henry Baker Jr. (5 ft. 7½ in., 160 lbs.) is ready to roll through 26 states, thumping and sweating and striving to be President...