"Al's Here"

Nominee Smith never studied Greek but he knows that the first part of his party's name derives from something meaning "the people," "the crowd," "the mob." Last week, overheated in Manhattan after a several-days' sojourn at cool Hampton Bays, L. I., he thought it would be appropriate for him to go in bathing with Demos at Coney Island.

He came, he undressed, he was conquered. Demos perceived his presence on the beach and thronged around him by thousands. "Al's here" said Demos. "Look, there's Al Smith.

At first he was amused and pleased. Then he was hot and bothered. "Give a fellow a chance," he said, as he waded through Demos towards the water. His friends had to get the life guards' rowboat and take him around the point to Sea Gate. That large portion of Demos which had failed to see its Nominee, or to show him to its sweethearts, its wives, its offspring, was disappointed. The other part had something to tell about.