One convention is over, and another looms. However riveting, or dull, you find them, this is certain: The modern-day quadrennial get-togethers are fleeting when compared with the Democrats’ 16-day gathering in New York in 1924, the longest national political convention in U.S. history.
The first days were spent narrowing the field of candidates to 16. Then — inside a 100-degree Madison Square Garden — began the lengthy roll calls. Ballot after ballot brought bedlam and deadlock, and the country followed along on live radio.
Spectators in the gallery spit on delegates below, brawls broke out on the floor and two governors got into a fistfight. Among the many divisions: pro-Prohibition versus anti-Prohibition, Catholics versus Protestants, rural versus urban.
A debate on a resolution denouncing the Ku Klux Klan required 1,000 police officers to control the crowd. (The proposal passed by one vote and newspapers nicknamed the convention a “Klanbake.”)
On the 12th day, the Democratic National Committee chairman fainted. Twice. A motion to adjourn and meet again in Kansas City, Mo., failed.
After nearly 100 ballots, the two leading candidates — Gov. Alfred E. Smith of New York and former Treasury Secretary William G. McAdoo — gave up.
On the record 103rd ballot, John W. Davis of West Virginia, a wealthy Wall Street lawyer, emerged victorious. (He was later handily beaten by President Calvin Coolidge.)
A report in The Times said of the convention, “No trained animal was ever tortured like these delegates.”
I have recurring dreams that I hate like the one where it is the last day of school and I forgot to go to class the whole year. I have that one frequently and every time I wake up I am so happy I am not in school.
I also often dream I just can't get where I need to go. Like some little detail keeps detaining me or sending me home. Very frustrating.
Last night I had a new spin on those stress dreams. I dreamt I was trying to move out of a house, a home where a bunch of folks lived, and I was so behind schedule. Every room had my stuff in it; I would think I was making progress and then see the bookshelf full of DVDs and mine were interspersed. I wanted to leave everything behind but I couldn't. I had to keep packing up and packing up. So frustrating.