"TOM" WALSH: THE SAINTLY SENATOR
THOMAS JAMES WALSH of Montana is one of the Lord's strangest creations--an unutterably, preternaturally solemn Irishman.
Although he is the most monastic and virtuous member of the United States Senate, this grim, gray, gaunt Celt has discovered that virtue is not its own reward in American politics.
The international reputation which he attained as Teapot Dome prosecutor, as saviour of valuable naval oil reserves and as a Diogenes disclosing vile corruption in high office, has not made him popular or particularly prominent.
For the lack of a laugh he has been relegated by public opinion to the colorless crowd, with naught but bitter memories and a satisfied conscience to comfort him.
It has always been like that with Mr. Walsh. He has never been able or willing to capitalize his successes. He would not hire a press agent--or a hall--as his friends suggested, and until he struck oil and drama in 1924, he was little known outside the Senate chamber. What little notice he attracted was due to his comic, drooping, walrus mustache, and when he trimmed that ten years ago, he sank into obscurity.