At the Hippodrome

At 3 p. m. one afternoon last week a crowd gathered before the locked doors of Manhattan's Hippodrome on Sixth Avenue. At 5 p. m. there were two lines five abreast--one stretching down 43rd Street to Fifth Avenue, the other along 44th Street. At 5:30, 6,000 people got in the building.

At 8 p. m., 10.000 people milled in the streets when old Henry (Uncle Henry) Morganthau's red Packard forced its way through the crowd with the aid of some of the 450 special police. Out of the car got a Roman Catholic priest. He was soon lost until someone screeched "Here's Father Coughlin" and catapulted Detroit's famed radio demagog through a door. Old Uncle Henry followed in the swirl but onetime Senator Robert Owen, tall and feeble, became terrified. "Please get me out of this" cried he.

At 9:30, from the Hippodrome platform, following Senator Owen and famed Inflation-Senator Thomas, Father Coughlin raised his arm, wagged his finger at a hysterical crowd. Shrilly he yelled: 'Stop Roosevelt! Stop Roosevelt! Stop him from being stopped! And when Franklin Roosevelt is stopped, I imagine that I will be broadcasting from the North Pole."

On went the speech--while outside the long lines of police, hands joined, resisted and almost sank beneath wave on wave of mob. The priest promised a (roughly) 60-c- dollar, praised the President for having the "intestinal fortitude" to fight Morgan. At a mention of Al Smith (see above) the crowd jeered, booed.

At 11 p. m.. the priest, after his greatest triumph, returned to his parlor-dining-room-and-two-bedroom suite at the Hotel Warwick.

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