In Buffalo

Last week Democratic delegates from all over New York State swarmed into Buffalo to renominate Governor Herbert H. Lehman and Senator Royal S. Copeland, pick the rest of their slate, adopt an out-and-out New Deal platform. Up from his great red mansion in Albany went the Governor to receive his party reward for faithful service. Up from his new Fifth Avenue apartment in Manhattan went Alfred E. Smith to nominate his old friend. Up from his proud new offices in Washington went Postmaster General James Aloysius Farley.

Before the convention was 24 hours old these three had set the side-room bar of the banner-decked Broadway Auditorium buzzing. The bald dome of the President's best Democrat, the old brown derby of his worst Democrat, and the monk-fringed pate of their mutual friend had come together, nodding close in amiable conference. That night in Boss Farley's headquarters at the Hotel Statler Al Smith chewed his cigar from 9 to 1 o'clock while New Deal orders were given. Next day, for the first time in many a month, the three sat together on a convention platform while Al Smith nominated Herbert Lehman and Jim Farley read his way through the morning paper.

"General"' Farley is not only chairman of the Democratic National Committee but also of the Democratic State Committee in New York. To President Roosevelt this seems like too many political jobs for his P. M. G. Last winter when the President was gently shaking government officials out of their party jobs, Jim Farley promised to relinquish his State post. Last week he blandly announced: ". . . Governor Lehman indicated a desire that I stay as chairman, and I am happy to do so, and do what I can to aid the party's victory this fall. . . ."

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