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As the Convention ended, lady reporters in Chicago scribbled furiously to record the descriptions, histories, words of three suddenly prominent women.

Lady from New York. In Sapulpa. Okla. they never thought of giving a musical entertainment without "that little Hutt girl." Texas-born daughter of a trainman on the Frisco line. Frances Hutt was not only pretty and a gifted singer; she was also smart enough to be high school valedictorian. With $400, proceeds from a Kiwanis concert, and a railroad pass from her father, she set out for New York to study singing. Through her teacher she met a promising baritone named Thomas E. Dewey. After a tour in George White's Scandals, Frances married Tom Dewey in 1928.

She is the mother of Thomas E. Jr., 11, and John Martin, 8. Her hair is grey at the temples but she looks younger than her 41 years. When Tom Dewey makes a speech she sits quietly with folded hands, rarely takes her eyes from his face. She said last week: "I have no intention of doing any radio work, of making any speeches or writing for any newspapers."

Lady from Michigan. Mrs. George M. Dewey, 66, an energetic housewife of Owosso, Mich. (pop. 17,000) did not mention 'the fact that the home-town folks used to refer to her only child, Tom, as "that smart Dewey kid." (Father George died in 1927.) Sprightly Widow

Dewey golfs, plays bridge, does volunteer work at Memorial Hospital and the Red Cross, thinks she had less trouble than most mothers. Tom was a boy who did household chores because he knew it was his duty; cheerfully practiced his two hours on the piano every Saturday even though the kids outside were yelling for him to play ball; marched off to school with a sore throat because he did not want to mar his spotless attendance record. Said Mrs. Dewey: "I never thought about him being President. I just hoped he would be a good boy. . . ."

Lady from Ohio. During World War I, brown-haired Harriet Day, a coed at Ohio State University, served coffee and doughnuts to troop trains passing through Columbus. One young soldier named John Bricker fell in love with Harriet's twinkling-eyed dignity, and after the war courted and married her. As a Columbus lawyer's wife Harriet Day Bricker painted, played the piano, gardened, composed song lyrics, raised son Jackie, 13, quietly helped her husband become Governor of Ohio. An efficient, handsome hostess, Mrs. Bricker will make no soapbox speeches in her husband's coming campaign for the Vice-Presidency, will discuss no controversial issues. But she reserves the right to have strong personal convictions.

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