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American Heritage MagazineJune/July 1980    Volume 31, Issue 4
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BANGING THE BRYAN DRUM AND…


Presidential campaigns generally leave in their wake all sorts of debris—abandoned buttons, discarded straw hats, ripped and soiled bunting, forgotten promises. The Bryan-McKinley campaign of 1896—described by Louis W. Koenig in “The First Hurrah” (April/May 1980)—was no exception, and among the detritus was a scrapbook of splendid pro-Bryan doggerel written for various newspapers. Nadine Butler, of Madison, Wisconsin, who now owns the scrapbook, was kind enough to pass along some samples.

“The people appear to have entered into the contest with a vigor that would have made their pioneer forebears proud,” she writes. “The evidence is in this scrapbook, yellowed and dry with age. Ida Kegler, among whose papers it was found, seems to have been the young Democrat of eighty-four years ago who clipped and pasted the newspaper accounts. She left no doubt of her political bias.”

Indeed not. Consider, for example, one Tom Russell, who in “Welcome Bryan” waxed wroth over the discrepancy between McKinley’s campaign chest (at least $3,500,000) and that of Bryan (some $300,000):

In the battle of the standards,
Holding up the people’s end,
He who leads the fusion forces
Needs no Croesus for a friend.

Needs no Hanna, needs no Morgan,
Digging deep in pockets wide,
Buying up a nation’s conscience
With the fat from gold-bugs fried.

Note the nerve of Marcus Hanna!
With his foot on labor’s neck,
Holding out a hand for kisses
On the Seamen’s Union wreck.

Do you kiss the hand that smites you?
Lick the club that breaks your head?
Can you cheer the man who mocks you?
Gives a stone when you ask bread?

Up, like freemen! Welcome Bryan!
Goldbugs will not live for aye,
Thirty days at most we’ll give them
Then we’ll lay them cold away.

Mrs. John Gimple was more genteel in her own verse; though neither she nor any other woman could vote, she spoke directly to those who could:

This glorious, beloved land of freedom
Bought with blood and carnage and wars,
Oh! it trembles today in the balance,
With a power that freedom abhors.

Rise up then, ye free men, ye voters,
Arise, you are twelve million strong.
Rise now in the name of our fathers
And bid all these fetters be gone.

Go forth in the strength of your manhood,
Up, and gird the whole armor on,
Go forth shoulder to shoulder like brothers
To the rescue twelve million strong.

Then intrigues will quiver and vanish
Buried deep in oblivion’s sands,
When in ninety-six we come to the polls
With twelve million votes in our hands.

Probably the most affecting of the scrapbook’s memorabilia concerns little four-year-old Harry Ackerman, who prefaced a Bryan speech before a large group of women (date and place unknown) with “a campaign poem prepared by his mother”:

Blow the Bryan trumpet,
Bang the Bryan drum,
Gather in your thousands,
Make the “gold bugs” run.

Bryan shall be president,
Silver save the land,
They will beat the enemy,
They go hand in hand.

Then blow the Bryan trumpet
Bryan beats them all,
Come and join free silver band
Labor’s chains will fall.

Bryan was not about to be upstaged by anybody’s little boy. Striding to the podium, he spoke: “Ladies, this is a novel experience, not only new in that I am unaccustomed to addressing an audience of ladies entirely, but also new in that I have to compete against another ‘Boy Orator/ When I am talking against older persons I have the sympathy of the mothers, but when I am talking against a younger person I am afraid that the mothers’ sympathy will go out to the smaller of the two, and I confess that I cannot blame you, because I felt that, if I were judge, I would award him the prize, even though I were contestant myself against him.”


 

… A BRAG AND CHANT FOR BRYAN


As a kind of antidote to the inspired doggerel on the opposite page, we thought it might be instructive to offer a few lines from Vachel Lindsay’s “Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan: The Campaign of Eighteen Ninety-Six, as Viewed at the Time by a Sixteen-Year-Old, etc.…:

I brag and chant of Bryan, Bryan,
Bryan,
Candidate for president who sketched
a silver Zion,…
He scourged the elephant plutocrats
With barbed wire from the Platte …
Prairie avenger, mountain lion,
Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan,
Gigantic troubadour, speaking like a
siege gun,
Smashing Plymouth Rock with his
boulders from the West,
And just a hundred miles behind,
tornadoes piled across the sky,
Blotting out the sun and moon,
A sign on high. …
Election night at midnight:
Boy Bryan’s defeat.
Defeat of western silver.
Defeat of the wheat.
Victory of letterfiles
And plutocrats in miles
With dollar signs upon their coats,
Diamond watchchains on their vests,
And spats on their feet.
Victory of custodians,
Plymouth Rock,
And all that inbred landlord stock.
Victory of the neat. …
Where is that boy, that Heaven-born
Bryan,
That Homer Bryan, who sang from the
West?
Gone to join the shadows with Altgeld
the Eagle,
Where the kings and the slaves and the
troubadours rest.


 

THE CASE OF THE MISSING HISTORICAL SOCIETY


In “The View from Fourth & Olive” (December, 1979), we inadvertently referred to the “St. Louis Historical Society” as the owners of the Easterly daguerreotypes featured in the article. The correct institution, of course, is the Missouri Historical Society in St. Louis, and we extend our sincere apologies. So far as we know, there is no such thing as a St. Louis Historical Society.

On a more pleasant note, we heard from Vincent P. Lane, a park technician with the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial in St. Louis, who pointed out something curious regarding the Easterly photograph on pages 78-79: “In the photograph there is a steamboat which bears the name Federal Arch. Isn’t it ironic that this steamboat was photographed where later there would be another federal arch—that is, the Gateway Arch of the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial?” Indeed, the splendid Gateway Arch does span most of what once was the busy St. Louis waterfront. Reproduced above is a detail from the Easterly daguerreotype showing the Federal Arch.


 

“THERE WAS COMBAT ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE …”


General James M. Gavin’s “Bloody Huertgen: The Battle That Should Never Have Been Fought” (December, 1979) inspired a letter from Dominic F. O’Donnell of Fairfax, Virginia:

“General Gavin states that the town of Schmidt was taken by the 82nd Airborne Division. This is not true. I was a member of Company K, 3rd Battalion, 310th Infantry, 78th Division, and the 3rd Battalion was the combat unit that attacked and captured the town of Schmidt.… I was there, and remember many events that took place on that memorable occasion. One is that I ran out of bazooka ammunition trying to blow the doors off a concrete bunker blocking our approach to Schmidt. …

“General Gavin also says, as the article title would imply, that this [Huertgen] was a battle that should never have been fought. This conclusion, coming from a senior officer and division commander during the period, surprises me, to say the least. The battle was not fought in order to capture a few small towns in the Huertgen Forest area, but to capture and hold the high dams on the Roer River to prevent the Germans from blowing up these dams, which would have caused massive flooding downriver. …”

The reasons why General Gavin thought the forest battle should never have been fought were succinctly outlined in his article: “Obviously, the attack on Schmidt should have been made straight down the ridge from Lammersdorf. Lammersdorf and Schmidt are connected by a paved road, the terrain was a mixture of woods and open farm land—good tank country—and it would have been a much simpler tactical undertaking than crossing the Kail River. The question in my mind was how in the world did they ever get involved in attacking across the Kail River valley in the first place? Why not stick to the high ground, bypassing the Germans in the valley, and then go on to the Roer River? I raised this question with a corps staff officer present, but he brushed it aside.”

As to which unit was responsible for the taking of Schmidt, General Gavin has replied directly to Mr. O’Donnell: “The first effort to seize Schmidt was made by the 28th Infantry Division. It moved out into the attack on November 2, 1944. Meeting unexpected success, it had one battalion in Kommerscheidt and another battalion ‘astride the division objective’ in Schmidt the evening of November 3,1944. The following day a heavy German attack supported by armor drove the battalion out of Schmidt. No successful attempt to retake Schmidt was made until the following February, when the 82nd was ordered to move across the Kail River valley and seize Kommerscheidt and Schmidt. …”

“From the 82nd’s point of view, it contacted members of the 309th Infantry of the 78th Division in Kommerscheidt and then went on to Schmidt. It reported it was in Schmidt, then turned to the northeast, paralleling the Kail River gorge, thus protecting Schmidt from reoccupation by the German forces. We assumed that the 82nd had participated in the taking of Schmidt, but it could well have been the 310th Infantry, since it had been ordered to ‘pass through Schmidt and go on to the dams.’ I was in Schmidt about a day later and there was considerable mixup, quite a bit of German artillery coming in, and during the night a German runner approached the 505th Parachute Infantry Command Post just outside of Schmidt, assuming that it was in German hands. He was shot. The 310th then went on to capture the Schwammenauel Dam, which was one of the really great feats of arms on the Western Front, certainly the greatest in importance to the overall winning of the war.

“When the 82nd reached Schmidt, it assumed that it had captured it, but it was not of great importance to us, since the dams were the important thing and the 78th Division was capturing them. After having come all the way from Sicily with an interminable number of days in combat, it did not seem terribly important to us who actually captured a town as long as we were winning. There was combat enough for everyone, and credit enough, we were sure.”


 

DEATH REMEMBERED


Our story of the fiery disaster aboard the General Slocum in 1904 (“The Flames of Hell Gate” by William Peirce Randel, October/November, 1979) has brought us a shared memory from H. L. Goldsmith of Doniphan, Missouri: “I read the article on the General Slocum with a great deal of interest. My father was a member of the Sunday school at St. Mark’s church at the time, aged thirteen, and planned to go on the excursion that day. He came down with an upset stomach, and his oldest sister, with whom he lived, would not allow him out that day. So he lived until 1959. Among his memories were the coffins piled up on the sidewalks in front of the storefront funeral parlors, as high as the second story (first floor). The horror that struck the community these people lived in was such that many of the survivors moved away as soon as possible.”


 
 
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