Word: waukesha
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...citizens of Waukesha could not believe their ears. By common consent Franklin D. Roosevelt's infirmity has not been mentioned in a political speech for two years-not since his followers themselves pointed to it in the campaign of 1932 to down rumors that his health was too poor to survive the rigors of the Presidency. The Press has studiously refrained from referring to the condition of his legs. Citizens have bitterly resented even the most oblique reference to it in public. It was taboo. Were it not for occasional press photographs showing him steadying himself...
Last week another John Gay, a Wisconsin politician, made a slurring speech at Waukesha. At a Republican rally where 2,300 citizens were assembled, John Brigg Gay, tall, slender, military, a champion marksman, popular with his fellow War veterans, got up to explain why he should be elected to Congress- a job for which he was defeated two years ago. G. O. Partisan Gay spoke for a full hour, while John Chapple. Republican nominee for Senator (see above), waited his turn and the crowd grew restive. The interminable flow of oratory went on until suddenly Nominee Gay had everyone...
...insane. The Kaiser has a shriveled arm. Andrew Jackson had tuberculosis. Abraham Lincoln suffered from chronic constipation. None of these statements is offensive to U. S. citizens. But when John Gay mentioned the infirmity of a living President of the U. S., angry booing broke loose in the Waukesha hall. A quartet struck up a campaign song, thereby temporarily restoring order. Then Nominee Chapple rose and spoke...
...Boston last week a spinster poured out a bag of walnuts on a bank counter. A teller smashed them open, found in each pair of neatly glued shells a $5 gold-piece. In Waukesha, Wis., an elderly woman passed a handful of gold-pieces to a bank teller. "They're good," she said. "That's just a little mildew on them. I kept them in a bottle hanging by a string in my well." In Manhattan all one evening the dark cavern of Maiden Lane echoed with unaccustomed footsteps as one after another, clerks, stenographers, women in shawls...
...many creeds, prohibitions, fads, hypocrisies; now letting itself be governed, now ungovernable." Sprig of an old U. S. family with traditions of public service, Wescott was pointed for the ministry, but at twelve he left home (Kewaskum, Wis.) for the more spacious academic atmosphere of West Bend and Waukesha, went on to the University of Chicago, where he headed the Poetry Club and took his literary vows. When he started writing reviews for Poetry, A Magazine of Verse, Margaret Anderson mistook him for an Englishman. Wescott explained that "he loved the English language and had trained himself to speak...