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GIDEON PLANISH To MARCELLA POWERS who explained Carrie Planish and her friends to me By the same Author Fiction OUR MR. WRENN THE TRAIL OF THE HAWK THE J OB FREE AIR MAIN STREET BABBITT MARTIN ARROWSMITH MANTRAP ELMER GANTRY THE MAN WHO KNEW COOLIDGE DODSWORTH ANN VICKERS WORK OF ART ' IT CAN T HAPPEN HERE THE PRODIGAL PARENTS BETHEL MERRIDAY Play J AYHAWKER No character and no orgauizatio11 in this story is drawn from any act11al person or group of persons Acknowledgment is here made for permission to reprint on page 75 Jour lines from the song 'Iu the Good Old Summer Time', copyright, I902, by Howley Hilviland &· Dresser; copyright retzewed, 1929, by Edward B. Marks Music Co. GIDEON PLANISH A Novel by SINCLAIR LEWIS JONATHAN CAPE THIRTY BEDFORD SQUARE LONDON nRST PUBUSIIED I 943 JONATHAN CAPE LTD. JO BEDFORD SQUARE, LONDON AND 91 WELLII-;GTON STREET WEST, TORONTO II BOOK I PRODUCTION I WAR ECONOMY i STANDARD lb,_ ,__.-, ---- THIS BOOK IS PRODUCED LN COM PI.ETB CONFORMITY WITH TilE AUTHORIZED ECONOMY STANDARDS PRlNTED IN GREAT HRlTAIN IN THE CITY OF OXFORD AT THE ALDEN PRESS PAPER BY SPALDING & HODGE LTD. BOUND BY A. W. BAIN & CO. LTD. THE urgent whistle of the Manhattan Flyer woke the boy, and his square face moved with smiling as in half-dreams he was certain that some day he would take that train and be welcomed in lofty rooms by millionaires and poets and actresses. He would be one of them, and much admired. His present state, at the age of ten, in 1902, was well enough. His father was not only a veterinarian but a taxidermist, a man who had not done so badly in a city like this- for Vulcan, with its population of 3 S,ooo, was the seventh city in the great State of Winnemac. The Planishes' red-brick house, too, was one of the most .decorated in that whole row on Sycamore Terrace, and they had a telephone and a leather-bound set of the Encyclopedia Ameri cana. A cultured and enterprising household, altogether. But as the small Gideon Planish heard the enticing train, he was certain that he was going far beyond eagle-stuffing and the treatment of water spaniels' indigestion. He would be a senator or a popular minister, something rotund and oratorical, and he would make audiences of two and three hundred people listen while he shot off red-hot adjectives about Liberty and Plymouth Rock. But even as the boy was smiling, the last whistle of the train, coming across the swamps and outlying factory yards, was so lost and lonely that he fell back into his habitual doubt of himself and of his rhetorical genius; and that small square face tightened now, with the anxiety and compromise of the prophet who wants both divine sanction and a diet much spicier than locusts and wild honey. Gid already felt a little dizzy on the path that mounted high above his father's business of embalming hoot-owls. He could feel a forecast of regret that life was going to yank him up to greatness and mountain-sickness. 5 Into the office of the dean of Adelbert College hastened a chunky young man with hair like a tortoiseshell cat. He glared down at the astonished dean, upraised a sturdy arm like a traffic officer, and bellowed: ' "If they dare to come out in the open field and defend the gold standard as a good thing, we will fight them to the uttermost!" Huh! 'Yes, yes,' the dean said, soothingly. He was an ageing man and a careful scholar, fo r Adelbert was a respectable small Presbyterian college. And he was used to freshmen. But Gid Planish was fu riously going on: ' "Having behind us the producing masses of this nation and the world, supported by the industrial interests - " ' The dean interrupted, 'It's "commercial interests", not "indus trial interests". If you must quote William Jennings Bryan, do be accurate, my young friend.' Gid looked pained. Through all of his long and ambitious life he was now eighteen - he had been oppressed by just such cynical misunderstanding. But he knew the Bryan speech clear to the end, and he was a natural public leader, who never wasted any informa tion that he possessed. He roared on: ' " -supported by the commercial interests, the labouring interests, and the toilers everywhere, we will answer their demand fo r a gold standard by saying to them: 'You shall not press down upon the brow oflabour this crown of thorns, you shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold,' " and look, Dean, I got to take Forensics and Extempore Speaking, I got to, that's what I came to Adelbert fo r, and I asked the prof- ' 'The professor.' 'Yuh, I asked the prof, and he said freshmen can't take Forensics, but I got to take it.' 'Don't you think that Freshman Rhetoric and a nice course of Freshman English, Wordsworth and the daffodils, would satisfyyou<' 'No, sir. I guess maybe it sounds highfalutin, but I got a kind of Message to deliver.' 'And what is your message1' 6 Gid looked out at the waiting-room. No one was there but the dean's secretary. He insisted, mounting on his own eloquence: 'It seems to me, what this country needs is young men in politics that have higher standards of honesty and more profound know ledge of history and, uh, well, of civics than the politicians of to-day, and who will advance the unfinished work lying before us ofleading this country to, uh, higher standards of Freedom, Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, Freedom, and-well, I mean higher standards of-' 'Of Democracy.' 'That's it. OfDemocracy. So you seeI got to take Forensics.' 'How do you spell Forensics, young man!' 'I guess it's f- o-r-e-n-s-i-k-s. Can I take it;' 'No.' 'What did you say, sir:' I' said "no".' 'You mea.'l I can't take Forensics;' 'No.' Gid fe lt confused. This business of preparing to lead the masses seemed to be going around in circles. And he was aware that a fe llow fr eshman, but a thin, tall, unidealistic and devilish kind of fr eshman, had entered the waiting-room, and was listening. Gid urged, more softly: 'I was the star on the debating team at Lincoln High, in Vulcan, and that's the fifth biggest high school in the State.' 'No. It is a rule. Public Speaking is reserved fo r upper-classmen.' 'And we debated with the Webster High team fr om Monarch on "Resolved: Flying-machines will never be useful in war", and ' we won. 'My young fr iend, your fe rvour is admirable, and so-' 'I can take it! Forensics! Bully!' 'You can- not! Please - go- away.' Gid went away, a little bewildered, as later in life he was so often to. be bewildered by the world's inappreciation of people who want to help it. The thin devil of a classmate leered at him as he crossed the waiting-room. 7 At Doc's Bar-B-Q Lw1ch, Gid was taking refreshment, this late aftemoon of his second day at Adelbert College. To his disillusion ment was added the stress of choosing between two fr aternities, the Philamathean Club and Tiger Head. Meantime he lived at Mrs. Jones's and endangered the nice fr esh digestion that the son of a veterinarian ought to have by dining at Doc's on hamburger sandwiches and pickles. Next to the broad-armed chair which was also his dining-table he found the lean devil whom he had seen in the dean's ·office. 'How you makin' out?' said the devil. 'Oh, all right, I guess.' 'Did you get in on the public-speaking course?' 'No, damn it.' 'Why don't you try fo r the debating team! 'Gosh, I've tried to try already. I went and saw the captain, and he told me you can't get on the team till you're a sophomore. Gosh, I guess they don't want fr esh men to be intellectual and idealistic here! ButI don't suppose you care a darn about that.' 'What makes you think so?' 'You look so- Say, what do they call you?' 'Hatch Hewitt, my name is.' 'Gideon Planish, mine is.' 'Pleasedmeecha.' 'Pleasedmeecha.' 'What makes you think, do I care can fr eshmen be idealistic in this dump, Mr. Planish?' 'Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Hewitt; it's because you look like you'd make fu n of sentimentalists.' 'Maybe I would, at that, Mr. Planish. But that's because I am an idealist.' 'Is that a fact, Hatch! Well, well, is that a fa ct! Say, I'm tickled to death! It would knock you fo r a row of small cottages if you knew how fe w idealists I had to discuss things with, in a fa ctory town like Vulcan.' 'That's how it is even in Chicago.' 'Chi-cago:' Gid was reverent. 'Do you come fr om Chicago?' 8 'Urn-huh.' 'Gosh! What do you want with a half-sized place like this, them' 'Low tuition.' 'Wouldn't I like to sec Chicago! Holy mackerel! I hear where there's an auditorium there that seats six thousand people. Imagine seeing a gang like that stretching out before you! And I hear where there's a big women's suffrage organization. That's a very fine cause. Women had ought to have the vote, don't you think so? Don't you think we had ought to have women for their moral effect in the purification of politics!' 'That isn't exactly my idea of what I want 'em for.' 'I thought you said you were an idealist, Hatch!' 'I guess maybe I'm an idealist against.