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...named Thomas Patrick Morris, 52. unemployed Brooklyn housepainter, told the court an astonishing story : That he is the son of Ella Wendel's brother, the late John Gottlieb Wendel. Speaking laboriously (he suffers from angina pectoris) Claim ant Morris said he was the issue of a secret marriage of "Papa" Wendel (always supposed to be a bachelor) and one Mary Ellen Devine of Edinburgh, in New York City; that he had been born in Dundee whither his mother fled after quarrels with "Papa" Wendel; that she left him in care of foster parents (Morris...
...proof he submitted a book (The Blockade of Phalsburg) which he said "Papa" Wendel had given him in 1901 in Dundee. On the flyleaf was written a record of the marriage and birth, signed by John G. Wendel. On the back flyleaf was a will bequeathing all John Wendel's property to his son, Thomas Patrick Mor ris Wendel. Also Morris submitted a pair of huge shoes with inch-thick gum soles which he said "Papa" Wendel once wore...
Arriving in Manhattan in 1906, said Claimant Morris, he accidentally encountered "Papa" who took him to the family mansion on Fifth Avenue. He heard Sis ter Ella tell "Papa": "Get out and take your brat with you." Said the "brat" (age 26): "To hell with you; you're all a pack of nuts," and went away. Only once again did he see "Papa" in years of wandering about the U. S., hopping freights, working as an itinerant laborer. He gave "Papa" scarcely another thought until about a week after Sister Ella's death, which he chanced to read about...
...know was: Would Governor Roosevelt, if nominated, fly to Chicago to address the delegates? He concealed his plans with gay banter: "I may go out by submarine to escape being followed by you men. . . . I have thought of another method. I could ride a bicycle, a five-seater. Papa could sit in front and steer and my four sons could sit behind." Newshawks grinned politely...
...chosen, handfuls of straw. Outside, in the Piazza of St. Peter, is the mob, its eyes on a chimney. Smudgy black smoke indicates burning straw. Days pass. After 14 ballots the mob sees that the smoke is thin, white. "Habemus Pontificem!" We have a Pope! Cries the mob: "Un Papa! Viva il Papa...