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15. Politics

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub



He does not fit in government.

—Charlotte Zietlow, 1982

His extreme success as a businessman leaves no room for second-guessing about career paths. But there was a time when Bill Cook was looking around for a career direction, so the question came: Did you ever think about entering politics? “Only to the extent that I never wanted to be a politician,” he said.

Not that he hasn’t kept track of politics, and politicians, and formed strong views—conservative views, definitely right-of-center views, not necessarily Republican, but Republican far more often than not.

“I’ve never really had time for politics. I do donate. I’m a switch-hitter. I voted for Kennedy the first time, and I voted for Nixon the second time. That’s kind of my politics. I donate to people not by party but by the type of person I think they are. I’ve been an admirer of Evan Bayh [Indiana’s junior senator, a Democrat in his second term, and a two-term governor before that] ever since he has been a politician. I’ve talked with Evan a lot. Evan is conservative, part-Republican at heart. That’s why he wins so big in this state.

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Chapter 28: Parachute

Mark T. Smokov University of North Texas Press ePub



The first week of June 1904 found three men, obviously not used to hard labor, working on sections 8 and 9 between Parachute and DeBeque, Colorado, for the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad.1 Hired under the names J. H. Ross, Charles Stubbs, and John Emmerling, they worked just a few days in order to become familiar with the area and the train schedules. On Saturday, June 4, they went to New Castle to pick up their discharge checks from agent Folger of the Rio Grande Railway. Upon learning they would have to wait until Tuesday to receive their pay, they worked at the restaurant of Stephen Groves for their meals. About 11 o’clock on Tuesday morning, June 7, J. H. Ross, in reality Kid Curry, signed a voucher in good hand acknowledging payment of $1.75. It is rather ironic that Curry used an alias very similar to the man (James Ross) who filed assault charges against him almost ten years earlier in Montana. The other two men, who were George Kilpatrick and Dan Sheffield, were each paid $2.05.

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4. They “Fought like Tigers:” Island Mound, Missouri

Robert W. Lull University of North Texas Press ePub

Chapter Four

They “Fought Like Tigers:” Island Mound, Misssouri

On October 26, 1863, Major Benjamin Henning at Fort Scott, Kansas, ordered elements of the First Kansas Colored Volunteer Infantry into Missouri, near the Bates County town of Butler, on a mission to clean out a supposed bushwhacker (enemy guerilla) headquarters.1 Known locally as Hog Island, it was an island formed by a split in the Marais des Cygnes River.2 Hog Island was about three miles long, and about a mile wide. The Marais des Cygnes flowed mostly on the north side, with only a narrow and muddy slough, or swamp, on the south. Thickets of dense undergrowth and swamp covered the island, making it easy for large numbers of enemy bushwhackers to hide.3

While James Williams was in Leavenworth on regimental business with Captain Matthews, Captain Henry Seaman inherited responsibility to command the mission. He took nearly 240 men from both his own and Captain Richard Ward’s battalions of the regiment.4 Ward’s battalion included 160 men and 6 officers. Seaman’s contingent included 64 men from the First Kansas, augmented by a small team of scouts from the Fifth Kansas Cavalry.5

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A for Answers

Colin Rafferty Break Away Book Club Edition ePub

Where did these come from? This little one, this scratch, faint on my arm—what caused it? How many could I count if I spent an hour? Two hours? If I took a pen and traced each one, how long before I blacked out my body?

The cat’s claws? A spark from a fire? An envelope opened the wrong way? A broken window? A broken sense of optimism?

Are they like a collision, cars piled up on the interstate? Are they like a graveyard, rows and rows of crosses? Does each have a story? Does anyone know every story?

What happens when we forget? What happens when we remember? What happens in the aftermath, when there’s still glass on the highway, holes in the wall, blood on the ground? What happens when history keeps moving?

What happens in committee? What happens in the architect’s office? What happens on the construction site? What happens at the dedication, one week later, two years later?

Do we remember with stone and steel? Do we remember in our minds or with our hearts? Do we remember the event, the story, or the memorial? Do we remember what happened or who it happened to?

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3 Marshall Recognizes Devers

John A. Adams Indiana University Press ePub

One of franklin roosevelt’s most perspicacious personnel decisions was making General George C. Marshall the army chief of staff. In recognition of his integrity and overpowering command presence, Winston Churchill dubbed him “The Noblest Roman.” His official biographer, Forrest Pogue called him, “distant, austere, formal and humorless. He never did talk a great deal.” Over his career, Marshall earned a reputation of being competent, severely fair, and impeccably honest. An early riser, he often said that no one ever had a good idea after 1 PM. He was taciturn to a fault and never had time for small talk. No one, save his old friend “Vinegar” Joe Stillwell, called him George. He did not like excessive drink, infidelity, or off-color humor. Among the army’s senior ranks of officers, he was one of the most airpower minded. Early on, he selected Harold “Hap” Arnold to lead the army air forces and resolutely backed him throughout the war. Marshall had no time for stupid or unprepared people. Before one went into his office, that person needed to know exactly what he wanted from the chief of staff and have a concise and well-laid-out supporting argument. Still, “if you had a good reason, Marshall would shift,” recalled Devers.1

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3. The First Kansas Colored Volunteer Infantry Regiment

Robert W. Lull University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Three

The First Kansas Colored

Volunteer Infantry Regiment


hile Lane’s Brigade was being disbanded and Williams was resigning from the Fifth Kansas Cavalry, James Lane, back in the persona of United States Senator, was finagling to continue his behind-the-scenes involvement with elements of the military in Kansas. He became a godfather of sorts for some of his favored officers, such as James G. Blunt, former executive officer of the Third Regiment. Blunt later proved to be a good commander, progressed in rank, became a brigadier general, and then commander of the Department of Kansas. Supposedly, Lane engineered the appointments so that he could pull strings in the background.1 The godfather relationship spread down the chain, and by June of 1862, General Blunt had orders published attaching Williams to him on special duty.2

The next month, Senator Lane had the War Department appoint him recruiting commissioner for Kansas, with the rank of brigadier general. His authority extended to the recruitment of “one or more brigades of volunteer infantry.” 3 This gave him license to travel the length and breadth of Kansas, involving himself in military affairs.

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18. A Trip and a New Awareness

Herman B Wells Indiana University Press ePub

PRIOR TO 1941 the only foreign countries I had visited were Mexico and Canada. My first opportunity for extensive travel abroad came when I was invited by Hubert Herring, the executive director of the Committee on Cultural Relations with Latin America, Incorporated, to participate in the Institute on Inter-American Affairs, which traveled throughout Latin America from late July through mid-September, 1941. The trip was organized so well that I gained an amazing amount of information about Latin America in a relatively short period, but, more importantly, the experience enlarged my perspective in a way that was to have a profound influence on my view of Indiana University's province. All at once I became conscious of the world scene.

People were beginning vaguely to perceive Latin America at this time as of much more significance to the United States than had previously been recognized. Rumors of the Nazi infiltration in Latin America were rife, and suddenly, because of the war pressures, we began to realize the importance of Latin American raw materials such as rubber to our own economic health. As a result, attention focused on Brazil, which was in the process of developing rubber plantations.

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Chapter 55

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 55

That business of the body, unveiling it with such low-key ceremony—or none at all—to a cast of, if not thousands, at least more than one: what to think about that, when one is 20? When I was 20, I guess I mean. Or any age, if the truth be told. My experience with this sort of thing was, as a friend of mine liked to say of any near-miss chances, slim and none.

The slimmest, in fact, was closer to none in grade school—late spring, the very end of third grade for me—behind the house, in a back corner of our yard. One of the many kids from across the street—Ricky Vacarello probably, a highly advanced fourth grader—suggested we all retire there after supper to show what we had. He meant we were to pull down our pants and note the varied view. But it turned out so quickly managed that I barely recall anything. Except, naturally, that we had done that, the circle of us squeezed in behind the bushes between two rusted trash cans. The scene floated now in my blurry past. A mortal sin, for sure.

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Six: The El Paso Prizefight

Paul N. Spellman University of North Texas Press ePub


The El Paso Prizefight

Captain Rogers surveyed the ranger camp with a jaundiced eye at the pitiful supplies that lay in front of him. He made several notes that he would later record in his first monthly file as a Ranger commander. “Thirteen men,” he wrote in the upper right hand corner of the oversized page, “twelve horses, four mules, and seven worthless tents.” He wrote the same equipment notation every month for seven months until he at least had the small satisfaction of recording in August that “two of the tents were blown to pieces and gone.” In October he noted that grass was scarce and that he had been forced to procure hay and grain from local Alice merchants. By November he had been amply re-supplied, the adjutant general’s office finally acknowledging his appeal.1

Compared to the previous years, 1893 through 1895 were remarkably peaceful for Company E and its new captain. With Cotulla more or less “cleaned up,” the work out of Alice seemed as routine as that could be understood in the life of frontier law enforcement. With his work now increasingly administrative in nature, Rogers seldom found himself in the field. In 1893 he only recorded three arrests made by him personally: a horse thief in the county in May, another in July, and yet a third in November. The last of the trio, Mariano Benavides, had been wanted out of Bexar County and Rogers returned him there on November 9.2

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11. Ambition Frustrated (1940)

Dean J. Kotlowski Indiana University Press PDF




Nineteen fort y was the most exciting, and frustrating, year in

Paul V. McNutt’s life. It started out on a sour note. The Treasury Department’s investigation of McNutt’s finances, and those of his machine, had left scars.

Other ghosts haunted McNutt, such as his decision to send troops into Terre

Haute, which continued to draw fire from labor leaders. McNutt also was in a state of limbo. He had promised not to run against Franklin D. Roosevelt for the

Democratic nomination, but the president had said nothing of his own plans.

If being held in check like that upset McNutt, he concealed his feelings. His staff insisted that he remained unflappable, “vigorous,” and “rugged,” meaning ready to fight.1

Fight McNutt did, throughout 1940, against formidable odds. Round one, which took place during the spring, involved the race for the Democratic nomination, the ascent of the third-term forces, and the transformation of McNutt’s presidential campaign into a bid for the vice presidency. In round two, spanning the Democratic National Convention, McNutt’s pugilism entailed more jabbing than punching. Having made himself available for the vice presidency, McNutt did not press the matter as strongly as he might have after Roosevelt tapped someone else. His loyalty to FDR affirmed, McNutt entered round three— the fall campaign—pounding away against Wendell L. Willkie, his old college chum and the standard-bearer of the Grand Old Party (GOP). On the outside,

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Map: Panhandle

Harold J. Weiss Jr. University of North Texas Press PDF
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3 Police Captain George Frank Coffey (June 26, 1915)

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press ePub


Police Captain George Frank Coffey

(JUNE 26, 1915)

“One of the best men in the service . . . a clean, Christian man”

Sometimes what initially seems to be a line-of-duty death does not stand up to close scrutiny, usually because the officer himself provoked the fatal chain of events either in pursuit of a personal vendetta or out of simple belligerence. Afterwards, the true cause was buried with the officer, but in a few cases the embarrassing details came out in public proceedings. This is what happened in the case of Frank Coffey.

A very youthful-looking Officer Frank Coffey, about 1913, in old-fashioned bobby-style helmet with new-style (1912) badge bearing badge no. 15. (Kevin S. Foster’s collections)

Coffey was a captain with the Fort Worth Police Department working out of the North Fort Worth substation when he met his end. Fort Worth officers shared a two-story brick building on North Main with the North Fort Worth waterworks and cooperated with the tiny Niles City force in policing the area of the packing plants and stockyards.

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Chapter 6: A Bank Robbery in Wichita Falls

Harold J. Weiss Jr. University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 6


. . . I told the Judge I thought he was asking a good deal of me to let my small force go and stay there alone, all crippled up any way and nearly sick and tackle a mob of several hundred, probably have to kill some of them and get killed myself, and besides I had nothing to do with [the] prisoners after turning them over to the local authorities, which I had done, and was doubly assured they could hold them and did not need us.1

This self-analysis of his conduct shows that Captain Bill wrestled with his conscience in explaining his actions as a peace officer.

McDonald’s soul-searching experience occurred after a manhunt following a bank robbery in Wichita Falls at the start of 1896. This criminal act suited more the talents of the Ranger captain than his involvement in the controversial prizefight in El Paso. Yet his extraordinary effort as a manhunter was offset by his singular failure as a keeper of the jail. At the same time, though, other futile efforts to guard the prisoners and stop a lynch mob came from the sheriff’s office, except for one deputy sheriff, and a citizen’s guard of law-abiding residents.

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Chapter 18

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 18

That’s one cool man-o-man, Tie-Dye’s friend said back in the van.

Yeah, said Tie-Dye, turning to Frances and me. Why doesn’t one of you two, you know, jump his sorry bones? What’s with you girls? I don’t get you.

Pretty soon we’d be leaving the van too. They took us only a little ways, where the old Sacramento Historical Park cut into 80. They were headed north, they said, then maybe a little east, still not clear where the cousin lived in town. That piece of paper with the crucial information, they assumed it was in the glove compartment. But it had vanished.

Poof! said Tie-Dye. But Confucius say: Nothing worthwhile easy gotten, no no! And both started their manic laughter again.

Thanks a million, Frances said, grabbing her backpack. You guys took us a hell of a long way.

Yeah, I said. We’re grateful.

No prob-lem-o, they said, nearly in unison.

You three made this one primo trip, said Tie-Dye’s friend.

With that, the primo thing started up again: the primo weather out here, what primo you-know-whats on those girls walking by, how primo the cars were in California, their having counted five primo convertibles so far, of various primo colors, how primo hungry they were, speaking of lunch.

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Ron Tatum University of North Texas Press ePub


I’m sitting here with my Dad in the California convalescent hospital where he is spending the last days of his life. This is the man who had been a college All-American and professional football hero, was an Olympic-class track man, and had been the sparring partner for Freddy Steele, the middleweight boxing champion of the world. This is the dynamic, strong-minded giant who dominated my early years and who, in some ways, still does. Now he sits in a wheelchair, hooked up to a feeding tube inserted in a hole they cut in his stomach because he can’t swallow. He makes choking noises. He’s not wearing his teeth because they hurt, and his mouth is shriveled up into what you might expect on the face of a 91-year-old man.

It takes enormous effort for him to move any part of his body, and he clutches a rolled-up towel they put in each of his immobile hands. I have no idea why. They’ve put one of his old baseball caps on his head, probably to make him look more like a human being, but it’s on crooked and I feel stupid trying to straighten it out. Will that make him look more alive? It looks ridiculous.

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