"Then Cuffing Cinderella, the Stepsisters Went Upstairs to Bed"
AN HOUR after Judge McCamant had mounted his chair that mid-June evening, 1920, and called the name of Calvin Coolidge across the emptying Hall at Chicago, the bell in the tower of the Edwards Congregational church at Northampton was gaily proclaiming the nomination of Calvin Coolidge for Vice President. The town was delighted, as what small town would not be pleased to have its first citizen nominated for Vice President in a year when his election seemed sure? In the twilight, the main street blackened with citizens, everyone buzzing, all eager with the news. Four days later New England joined Northampton in a celebration. When Governor Coolidge left Boston for the twenty-fifth reunion of his class at Amherst, as he crossed the state along the route upon which he had travelled so many years, the towns turned out to greet him and at Northampton a great multitude surrounded him as he paused on his journey. Buildings were decorated with bunting. His picture flashed out everywhere. Bands and fife and drum corps blared and squeaked and boomed. The College glee club sang. A parade thumped the pavement. And when Governor Coolidge came to his journey's end at Amherst, it was an ovation. It was then and there that they took him to see the memorial cottage where Emily Dickinson wrote her lovely lyrics. He stared at the manuscript with his granite eyes and azoic face and ventured a downing quip:
"She writes with her hands. I dictate."
Which among the dumb passed for dumbness, as often his humor was mistaken.1 It did not seem to bother him. Probably he figured, Life Is Like That.____________________