Paper: Carson City Daily Appeal and Carson City News - 63 days to the millennium - Thursday, Oct. 29, 1936
Publisher: Ida B. Mighels
Editor: Elbert T. Clyde
Address: 102 E. Second St.
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In this Oct. 29, 1936, edition of the Carson City Daily Appeal and Carson City News President Franklin Delano Roosevelt is campaigning for re-election. In his career as the U.S.'s 32nd president he would be elected four times serving from March 4, 1933, until 1945.
Roosevelt led our nation through its worst depression and its worst war before his death March 29, 1945, just 83 days after his fourth election victory.
He would be elected two more times since the New York lady mentioned below set aside her vanity to make way for her patriotism.
The Appeal reprinted the article, but didn't name its writer.
PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT WINS A BATTLE
Vanity dies hard, it is said, but it died surely last week as the result of a New York woman's devotion to the cause of President Roosevelt. Let the brave lady tell her own story of the conquest as she did the other day at the offices of the democratic National Committee:
"Up to this election I admit I have been a slacker. I have been eligible to vote for several years, but I never have voted. Frankly, I did not care whether a Republican or a Democrat sat in the White House. I did not think it made any difference. But President Roosevelt's ideals inspired me. I thought I owed him something. I made up my mind to vote.
"I stood in line for about twenty minutes waiting to register. Finally it was my turn. I gave my name. The clerk asked my age. I said I was twenty-one plus. Alas and alack. The clerk said that would not do. He asked my right age. For a few minutes I struggled between patriotism and vanity. Vanity won. I did not register. I refused to give my right age and walked out.
"After strolling half a block my conscience began to trouble me. My weakness mocked me. I was haunted by the beloved face of our great president. I thought of what he had accomplished in America since the dread days of 1933. He seemed to be appealing to me not to desert him in his brave fight. I turned back. I stood in line for thirty minutes. Then I gave my right age. But there was still another trial to face I was told I had to face a literacy test. Momentarily I weakened again. But I thought of Roosevelt and went to the school designated. I passed the simple test in a few minutes.
"For the third time I stood in line. I heard one man say to another: 'Here is that girl with the green hat again.' I did not mind. I said: 'Of course, I'm here again. You see, I'm for Roosevelt and he is worth fighting for.' This time I was allowed to register. The battle between Roosevelt and my vanity was over. Roosevelt had won.
"It is with a feeling of deep gratitude I am going to cast my vote for the re-election of our president. His unselfishness has aroused within me a consciousness of the true meaning of Election Day. It does make a difference who is in the White House."
In the same column, the Appeal printed the following five items that gives an idea of the paper's stance on a variety of issues:
Just as Mark Twain said about horse races, election campaigns are primarily due to a difference of opinion. For example in a nearby town the editor referred to an address by one of his party's orators, as a high minded speech sprinkled with fine irony. The editor of the opposition paper said it was a partisan political harangue full of personal invective.
The old fashioned girl who certainly knew how to handle her knitting needles now has a grown up daughter who certainly knows how to manipulate a cocktail shaker.
One of our acquaintances was hit in the head by a champagne bottle at a wild party the other night. He should have waited to go until he had taken out his social security.
Just think what a fine moving picture the story of Alcazar in Toledo will make, with Wallace Berry and Dolores Del Rio defending the last citadel.
When you see a girl nowadays with red fingernails you may be sure she didn't stain 'em putting up preserves, or making catsup.