The Poplar Standard

Mrs. Marshall Did Fine Work When the Campaign Was Hot

WHEN the general apportionment of rewards, official, political, social or spiritual, occurs along about inauguration time there will be a comparatively obscure woman deserving of a big share.

This statement relates to the happy new governmental family of president, vice president, cabinet officers, etc., and brings to the fore Mrs. Thomas Riley Marshall, wife of the vice president elect.

Mrs. Marshall is the particular, energetic and courageous member of the victorious Democratic ranks who deserves rewards and who probably will get them. Before she became "governor's lady" Mrs. Marshall put up the finest kind of a stumping tour with her husband. And in the presidential campaign also she was an ever present, willing aid to the governor.

It is expected Mrs. Marshall will hold a prominent place in the social life of Washington for the next four years.

Mrs. Marshall's entrance into public life came with Mr. Marshall's determination to be governor. This meant that Mr. Marshall would have to stump the state. At the time the Marshalls had been married fourteen years, and always they had taken all of their trips—pleasure or otherwise—together.

Mrs. Marshall never had stumped a state, but she saw no reason why she should not do so. There are no children in the Marshall home to demand her care; therefore she "mothers" her husband, who is not averse to second childhood under the circumstances.

She argued that he needed her in his travels; and he knew that he did. She went along.

She is not conscious today that she gathered in votes for her husband, but she did. The people of the farming communities, the small towns and the cities in Indiana found her direct and comfortable without either guile having been assumed for the occasion. Her fame traveled as rapidly over the state as did that of her husband, and the beauty of it was she was having a perfectly splendid time. The women liked her, too, and gave her a round of luncheons and dinners while the men were making her husband earn his food in campaign talks.

Photo by American Press Association.

MRS. T. R. MARSHALL

Miners Ask For Her.

One evening in the coal mining town of Clinton Mrs. Claude Matthews, widow of a former governor of the state, gave a reception in honor of the candidate and his wife. All the big people of the community were bidden. The guests had come and gone, and Mrs. Marshall, tired from much traveling and entertaining, had slipped upstairs to get ready for rest. Outside there sounded the tramp of many feet, and there came a knock at the door. Four hundred miners fresh from their work had come to shake hands with the man who wanted to be their governor.

"Where's the woman?" they asked. "We want to see the woman too."

Mr. Marshall sent word to Mrs. Marshall that more callers had arrived. Down the stairs she came, in her evening gown, to be confronted by a small army of men black with the dust of coal. Mrs. Marshall never changed expression. She took her place at Mr. Marshall's side and grasped 400 blackened hands in turn. When the last man had passed Mrs. Marshall's gloves were ebony and down her dress was sprinkled coal dust, but in this party she had found one real enthusiast.

Meets "Joe—Democrat."

He had grasped her hand so firmly and had smiled so broadly that she had asked:

"And what is your name?"

"Joe," came the answer.

"Joe what?" she questioned.

"Joe, Democrat," he answered, believing that the "what" had referred to his political belief.

"Joe, Democrat," and his coworkers gave a rousing Democratic vote for Governor Marshall at the next election, but the governor is of the opinion that the vote was not cast for him alone.