Word: platform
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...black-furred cub of a silver-tipped sire, boyish Senator Robert Marion ("Young Bob") La Follette of Wisconsin, mounted the convention platform last week as his dead father had so often done before him, to voice the "conscience" of the G. 0. P. He followed Senator Smoot. He presented what has been called, since 1908 when the senior La Follette began the practice, "The Minority Report on the Platform...
...unusual for a Republican from Wisconsin to receive applause at a National Republican Convention that I thank you most sincerely." Then, lest politeness detract from potency, he asked that the remark be stricken from the record. But everyone remembered the politeness and before the young man left the platform he had cause to take more bows, hand over heart, actor-fashion. Everyone enjoyed it and the thunderous "No" that soon buried the Minority Platform had a chuckle...
...Minority Platform itself, people said that the voice was the voice of La Follette but the hand was the hand of Senator George W. Norris, the deep-eyed, thin-lipped Nebraskan who is guarding the elder La Follette's mantle until the son is sere enough to wear it. They guessed so partly, perhaps, from the difficulty the young man sometimes experienced shifting his document back and forth to facilitate gesturing; and from the unreality of the gesture which the young man made while saying, "We denounce." People who denounce in their own words do not need to study...
Upon less affable lips it would have been a tirade on Equality v. Privilege. It was not seriously a platform but an explosion under the platform. It sought to pledge the G. O. P. to a number of things which may, like many another "radical" plan, come about in time, but which at that writing were hopeless, wilful "heresies." Part of the Minority Platform...
This facetiousness pleased the mob. Waves of laughter lapped back against the amplifiers. The seat-hunters shuffled on, craning to see what was causing such a great sound from the platform. The sputtering, hissing Klieg searchlights played down on a tall, dark, ministerial figure grasping the high lectern with both outstretched hands. Despite the speaker's height, his appearance was partly obscured by the three panels of aluminum microphones behind which all the convention speakers had to function. Chairs kept on scraping. Seats clacked up and down. The drone of conversation died away slowly as the Voice resumed...