Reporters and cameramen made a precipitant descent upon No. 6 E. 68th St., Manhattan—the home of Frank L. Polk. There a Mr. Davis was spending the day. There he heard he was the Democratic nominee for President.
He soon found out what it meant to be a candidate. First, the deluge of the press. Then the deluge of supporters—the delegate from Porto Rico who had voted for Davis 33 times in San Francisco, and 103 times in Manhattan, etc. Soon the magnates of the party descended —Josephus Daniels, Pat Harrison, Governor Ritchie. Then the...
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