Sam Jones Comes to Town

Bright & early one morning last week Citizen Sam Jones got up, piled his family into an automobile, and rode through the downtown section of Baton Rouge. Ahead of him sputtered motorcycle police, behind him came the Lieutenant Governor-elect of Louisiana, the Attorney General-elect, many another bigwig, State University cadets. Crowds cheered, bands played themselves red in the face.

Out to the Louisiana State University stadium (built by Huey Long) rode smiling Citizen Jones. Solemn-faced, he put his hand on a Bible opened to Exodus, pointed a finger at the Commandment which says, "Thou Shalt not Steal," raised his other hand and took the oath as Governor of Louisiana. At that, 50,000 people applauded, fell upon 1.000 barbecued beeves, 130,000 foot-long sandwiches, downed gallons of lemonade.

Gone, they hoped, and gone forever, were the days of political plunder that under the Longs and the Long machine had almost wrecked the State. Longsters had called Sam Houston Jones "High-Hat, Sweet Smelling Sambo." Last week perfume hawkers yelled: "Here y'are-dip in it-wash in it and win. Sam Jones sweet smellin' perfume. Get like sweet smellin' Sam, that Governor man." For the first time in twelve years, Louisiana smelled sweet.

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