BARUCH found little silver lining in the black cloud that hung over Madison Square Garden in those hot days when the Democrats fought each other with all the bitterness of a civil war, with brother against brother, fellow teammates clouting each other, altogether making a spectacle so menacing with its threat of religious and racial intolerance that even the Republicans deplored it.
He heard orator after orator attack his candidate, McAdoo, as the beneficiary of this intolerance.
Not anticipating the bitterness, Baruch with other McAdoo leaders had become rather hopeful for McAdoo's nomination, and even his election, just prior to the convention. Word had come from Senator La Follette (the Elder) that the Progressives, scheduled to meet in Cleveland right after the Democratic convention, would endorse McAdoo if he were nominated. The South was almost a unit for McAdoo. California, his adopted state, was rampant for him. This optimism may seem to have had little foundation, viewed in retrospect, but Ed Moore, of Ohio, leader of the anti-McAdoo forces and one of the smartest and most practical politicians of his time (he had led the fight to nominate James M. Cox at San Francisco 4 years before), told a group of newspapermen he was afraid McAdoo would win.
This was not all that discouraged Baruch. In the fight over the platform Newton D. Baker, Wilson's Secretary of War, poured