THE whole course of Baruch's life was changed by his contacts with Woodrow Wilson. Not only was Wilson to become his idol--a god who could do no wrong--but he was to afford Baruch opportunities for accomplishment that cured the black spells from which the successful financier suffered. He was to point the way to the big things of which he and Miss Belle had dreamed.
All of this, and much else that was to happen, was made possible because Baruch was a stanch member of the Democratic Party, not just a regular Democrat, but a passionate approver of the party label and an almost fanatical hater of the Republican label.
Baruch was not a Democrat on specific issues. On the contrary, he had made a fortune at least once because the Republican view on the tariff had prevailed. Incidentally he was much more enthusiastic about the gold standard when McKinley was the Republican nominee than McKinley himself.
But a little thing like differing with the candidate of his party on the paramount issues in a campaign never caused Baruch to hesitate a second in his allegiance. He was a Democrat and would contribute generously to a Democratic Party campaign regardless of what he thought about the issues or, for that matter, about the candidates. And he would vote the Democratic ticket--straight.
Because this known record of his political actions affected his