McKinley and Roosevelt [excerpt]
IT is absolutely certain that in our entire history
no two men so utterly unlike in every particular—in thought, education,
manner, personal characteristics, physique, tastes, methods, and
public experience—ever ran for President and Vice-President on the
same ticket as William McKinley and Theodore Roosevelt. In every
way they were startling contrasts. If the Philadelphia Republican
National Convention of 1900 had deliberately searched the land from
sea to sea for the sole purpose of finding two eminent men who were
the perfect antipodes of each other, they could not have succeeded
better than when it selected the Major and the Colonel as their
standard-bearers.
McKinley was one of the gentlest,
most modest, most diplomatic, and most gracious of all our public
men. Roosevelt was brusk, abrupt, self-assertive, positive, and
the most aggressive of mortals. McKinley took everything by the
smooth handle, was a master in the art of pouring oil on the troubled
waters. Roosevelt accomplished his purposes by the lion’s paw and
the eagle’s claw. McKinley, in kindly fashion, persuaded men to
comply with his wishes. Roosevelt batted them over the head with
his big stick, drove straight to the mark, and compelled acquiescence
in his purposes, plans, and ambitions. McKinley was of the brunette
type, with finely chiseled features, and with an astonishing facial
resemblance to Napoleon—a fact of which his followers [424][425]
made much capital and his opponents much fun. Roosevelt was of the
blond type, with rugged features, evidencing the dynamic force of
which, beyond all question, he was possessed—physically resembling
no other historic character whatsoever. Mentally and physically
he was sui generis. McKinley acted on the philosophy that
molasses catches more flies than vinegar. Roosevelt believed in
calling a spade a spade. The word “liar” was familiar to his tongue,
and he founded the Ananias Club, chose its members, and thrust them
in. McKinley was delicately framed, weighed about a hundred and
sixty, and was five feet seven and one-fourth inches in stature,
but he had a way of walking, expanding his chest and carrying his
head which made him appear taller and larger—in which he resembled
Gen. John C. Breckenridge, of Kentucky. Roosevelt was nearly six
feet tall, weighed above two hundred, had a magnificent body—which
he kept in prime condition—and was strong as a bull. McKinley was
of sedentary habit, while Roosevelt took more exercise than any
other occupant of the White House. He was as striking an example
of what physical culture and outdoor life will do in converting
a spindling boy into an exceedingly robust man of rare endurance
as could be found betwixt the two seas. He bounced about like a
rubber ball and was fond of associating with athletes, of whom he
was one. McKinley’s studies, reading, and speeches all ran to economics.
Roosevelt’s touched all subjects of human interest. He seemed as
much at home in one place as another, and spoke with equal cocksureness
and vehemence on all topics, whether before the learned Academicians
of the Sorbonne, or in Guildhall explaining to the gaping and dumfounded
Britishers how to govern Egypt, or making a stump speech in the
great cities and on wide prairies of his native land. The chances
are that McKinley never dreamed of writing a book, and that it would
have been about such a book [425][426]
as John Sherman’s Memoirs, one of the dullest of all books,
if he had attempted it. Roosevelt was a voluminous author on a variety
of subjects—always interesting, if not profound. McKinley was not
a collegian. Roosevelt was a Harvard man. McKinley was a devout
Methodist. Roosevelt was a member of the Dutch Reformed Church.
McKinley was of Scotch descent. Roosevelt, on his father’s side,
was of Dutch extraction, while his mother was a Miss Bullock, of
Georgia. McKinley taught school, practised law, was prosecuting
attorney, long-time Representative in Congress, chairman of the
Committee on Ways and Means, and Governor of Ohio. Roosevelt was
a member of the Legislature almost before his beard was sprouted,
Police Commissioner of New York, Civil Service Commissioner, Assistant
Secretary of the Navy, Governor of New York, and Vice-President.
McKinley was reared on a farm. Roosevelt gathered health and strength
as a cowboy in Dakota. With neither was the road to the White House
smooth all the way. McKinley was unseated in a contest in the House
and finally beaten for re-election. Thomas B. Reed defeated him
by only two votes for the Republican nomination for Speaker, when
the nomination was equivalent to the election. Roosevelt was defeated
for the mayoralty of New York, and sadly confided to his friends,
so it is said, that his political career was at an end—which it
is difficult, indeed impossible, to believe.
They were both soldiers—McKinley in
the Civil War, ending with the grade of major; Roosevelt in the
Spanish American War, with the rank of colonel. Both capital stump
speakers and of different styles; both stanch Republicans—each after
his kind. Both masterful politicians by methods wide apart as the
poles.
I have always said that had McKinley
lived out his second term he would have completely disorganized
the Democrats by a process of political seduction, in which [426][427]
he was an adept. There were thirty or forty Democrats in the House
completely under his spell, with the number constantly growing.
Roosevelt stirred the fighting blood of every Democrat worthy of
the name. Many were his personal friends, but he cudgeled Democrats
so unmercifully that they fought back with might and main.
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