-Caveat Lector-

an excerpt from:
The Ohio Gang
Charles L. Mee, Jr.�1981
M. Evans and Company, Inc.
216 East 49th Street
New York, New York 10017
ISBN 0-87131-340-5
218 pps � out-of-print/one edition
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XXXI.

The President Remembers His Schoolboy Aspirations

NEWSPAPER EDITORIAL WRITERS were generally impressed by Harding's
adminstration in Its first year. The New York Times, which had at first
considered him "the firm and perfect flower of the cowardice and imbecility
of the senatorial cabal," had come to conclude that Harding was "gradually
assuming undisputed leadership and without offending his former associates in
the Senate."

Whether his newspaper clippings went to his head-or some forgotten longing
within him commenced to emerge-Harding "deeply wanted," as Herbert Hoover
came to notice, "to make a name as President."

After all, as a schoolboy reading his McGuffey Eclectic Reader, he had
learned the story about George Washington and the cherry tree. Alexander
Hamilton had been his hero since earliest boyhood, and was still. He wished,
somehow, to rise above himself; but he did not seem to know quite how to do
it.

Charlie Forbes, before he had met his comeuppance, had gone to play poker
with the president one evening, and after the game broke up, Harding took
Forbes aside and strolled with him out onto the White House lawn. Harding
was, he told Forbes, dreadfully unhappy: his life had been empty. And then,
to Forbes's amazement, the president simply broke down and cried.

pps. 173-174

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XXXII.

Things Begin to Come Apart:
Gaston Means Investigates Nan Britton

ACCORDING To GASTON Means, whose word is always suspect when it is not an
outright lie, Mrs. Harding called him in one day. "I entered the White
House," he said, "as usual through what I now called the 'viaduct entrance.'
The guards within the White House knew me by this time and passed me quietly
on to Mrs. Harding's private apartment upstairs."

He found her door slightly ajar when he rapped. Through the door, he saw her
standing across the room looking out of a window. In her right hand, he
noticed, she was gripping some folds of the lace curtain at the window and
that she was unconsciously "crushing the folds."

At the sound of his knock, she turned at once.

"Mr. Means," she said. "Come in."

She closed the door behind him and directed him to a couch, where she sat,
too, at the opposite end, with a pillow at her back.

"I'm feeling fine this morning," she told him. "My masseur [sic] has just
finished her treatment. She tells me that I have the firm flesh of a young
girl. See?"

She held up her arm for Means to inspect. "The loose violetcolored chiffon
sleeves," Means observed, "fell away in soft folds."

"My arms are smooth and firm and white-aren't they? I am very proud of my
arms. And�you have noticed I am sure, that my walk has the same elastic
spring that I had as a girl. I am really proud of my walk. I have kept myself
young�and I always intend to."

" 'No one is ever any older than they feel,' was my not very original
rejoinder," Means recalled.

"Many public men," Mrs. Harding said hesitantly, "many great men have had
their careers utterly ruined-and the lives of all their loved ones totally
wrecked�by�indiscretions. They have had to forfeit everything that was dear
to them-by an act of weakness."

Means could not disagree.

"Warren Harding," Mrs. Harding said at last, "has had a very ugly affair with
a girl named Nan Britton from Marion. It goes back to the actual childhood of
this girl.... I became suspicious . . when she was but a child. . . . She was
a greatly over-developed child and wore extremely short dresses above the
knees. It was not considered quite decent. And she was always doing
everything on earth that she could-to attract Warren's attention. This
over-development tended to attract men-on the streets and together with her
unusually short dresses, why she attracted attention of course and not in a
very nice way. Why, I have watched men-watch her-even before she was in her
early teens. . . ."

Mrs. Harding wanted Means to investigate Nan Britton. The president's wife
said she already knew that her husband and Nan were having an affair, but it
occurred to Means that she was hoping he could disprove it.

"This girl Nan Britton," said Mrs. Harding suddenly, "has a child and she
claims that Warren Harding is the father of it!"

Means was too astonished to speak.

"I don't believe it!" the Duchess said.

Where, Means inquired, would he find Nan Britton?

"That girl! Oh�everywhere! She stays with this sister in Chicago
sometimes-God alone knows where she calls home. But listen! You can find out.
I want you to find out and put her under surveillance immediately, day and
night."

Would Means accept the assignment?

He would. He would start, he said, with Nan's date of birth.

"Oh�I don't care to know anything about her birth," said Mrs. Harding. "I
know all about that. Don't waste time on things like that.... Begin at twelve
years of age."

Means understood his job perfectly: he was to prove that Nan and Harding were
not lovers. Failing that, he was to prove that Nan had many lovers who could
have been the father of her child.

pps.175-178

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XXXIII.

An Incidental Nuisance: The People Rise Up

WARTIME PRICES CONTINUED to go up after the war ended. The cost of food had
more than doubled in seven years. And so the years 1919 and 1920 were a time
of strikes not only for higher wages, but also strikes for lower prices,
buyers' strikes, and renters' strikes. Even William McAdoo, a former
secretary of the treasury, joined the buyers' strike, appearing in a pair of
trousers with patches on them to show he was making do with old clothes.
Wearing old clothes became quite the vogue; old dresses were the fashionable
style, and cotton bib overalls came off the farm and into the office now and
then. It seemed that everyone was joining one sort of strike or another.

Then prices began to fall, and with the falling prices, businesses failed,
mortgages were foreclosed, some employers succeeded in convincing their
workers to take wage cuts, others simply let their workers go; and
unemployment rose to 11 percent. As inflation gave way to recession, the two
forces intermingled, and whipsawed the country, and a general, alarming sense
of chaos impressed itself on nearly everyone's imaginations.

In 1919 there had been strikes of harbor workers in New York and of 35,000
dress and shirtwaist makers, a strike of shipbuilders in Seattle, a
threatened strike of 86,000 packers, a strike in New York of 30,000 cigar
makers, and in Chicago of 30,000 construction workers, of 70,000 railroad
shopmen in Chicago, and of streetcar, elevated, and subway workers in Boston
and Chicago, of New England railroad shopmen and of Chicago carpenters and
steelworkers and of Boston policemen and of New York actors and of bituminous
coal miners.

During Harding's administration, the bituminous coal miners went out on
strike again, led by John L. Lewis, the son of a Welsh miner and a miner
himself, a man with a thick shock of hair and a prize fighter's face, who
looked as though he wanted an excuse for a fist fight. The owners demanded
that the miners take a pay cut, back to the pay scale of 1917. Lewis declared
that the miners would never settle for that, and he called out 600,000 miners.

In Herrin, Illinois, mine owners hired armed strikebreakers to go in and work
the mines. The miners had seen bands of strikebreakers before; they had been
clubbed and shot by them. At Herrin, union miners closed in with rifles and
dynamite. The county sheriff and his men stood aside, and the miners
attacked. The strikebreakers, even though they were armed with machine guns,
could not withstand the siege. They raised a white flag. The miners accepted
their surrender and forced them to run a gauntlet on their way out of the
mine: twenty-one of them were lynched, shot, or beaten to death, in what came
to be called the Herrin Massacre.

pps. 179-180
--[cont]--
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Om, Shalom, Salaam.
Em Hotep, Peace Be,
Omnia Bona Bonis,
All My Relations.
Adieu, Adios, Aloha.
Amen.
Roads End
Kris

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