Former U. S. Rep and Vice-President Dick Cheney would often
tell this story about how his last name is pronounced.
He says he
attended a family reunion some years ago and sought out a favorite uncle who
was the oldest person there. The old man was sitting in a rocking chair with a
gentle dog in his lap.
Dick asked his
uncle: “Is our name pronounced CHEENEY or CHANEY?”
The uncle
paused for a minute and then said “it is pronounced “CHANEY.”
Dick thanked
him and complimented him on his little dog. “What kind is it?” he asked.
His uncle
replied “that it was a BAGEL.”
Another line
from Nebraska-born Cheney that I always enjoyed and have shared with him was
his comment “I wasn’t born in Wyoming but I got here as quickly as I could.”
Mary Guthrie
of Cheyenne told me the following: “Here is a fun Wyoming political story.
It was related to me by Jim Griffith, former State Treasurer and Auditor
and wonderful raconteur. Given that it involves Jim’s father, I have to
think that it is true.
“James Griffith, Sr., was the state
chairman of the Wyoming Republican Party. In 1942, no Republican had
shown an interest in running for the U.S. House of Representatives.
Griffith had encouraged several people, including Frank A. Barrett,
to run, but had no takers. Barrett had unsuccessfully run for the seat
six years before and had decided that national politics was not for him.
Griffith felt that there must be a Republican candidate, so he
filled out a Petition for Nomination in Barrett’s name, signed his
signature, and filed it with the Secretary of State.
“When Barrett learned that a
petition had been filed, he angrily called Griffith and said that he was going
to withdraw. Griffith convinced Barrett to think about it for a
few days. Griffith then got busy and called lots of his Republican pals
and asked them to contact Barrett and encourage him to stay in the race.
This outpouring of support convinced Barrett to run and he was elected.
Later he was also elected Governor and U.S. Senator (the only Wyomingite
to occupy all three offices).
“It is an interesting twist of
history that Senator Barrett might not have been such a successful
politician but for Griffith’s machinations.”
Former Craig, CO. publisher Dave
Simpson, who now lives in Cheyenne, related this gem: “When I was a reporter in
Laramie, one of my daily stops was the campus police. One day on my beat, I saw
a campus police report that Governor Ed Herschler had gotten a parking ticket
on campus. The report said, No Press Release! but in those Watergate days, I
figured there was no valid reason for that, and duly reported in the Laramie Boomerang that the governor got
a parking ticket. No big deal, just one sentence along with all the other
entries that day. The next day, the campus police went ballistic.
“Herschler, however, figured he
parked in the wrong place and deserved the ticket. He put a $5 check in an
envelope and sent it to the Laramie city manager, and asked him to make sure
the fine was paid.
“I grew up in Chicago, where
politicians fix tickets all the time, and when I saw the Wyoming governor
paying his own parking ticket, I realized that Wyoming is, indeed, different,
and my kind of place. Yes, it was printed in the Daily Record section of the
Boomerang. It was my job to go out and compile all the news in the Daily Record
every afternoon from late 1973 until the end of 1978. Some of the most fun
years of my time in the business.”
Brad Mead of Wyoming Whiskey fame
and grandson of former Governor and Senator Cliff Hansen tells this story about
his grandpa: “Cliff gave a great talk to a rousing crowd in Casper. Afterward, he was feeling pretty good about
himself and mentioned to his wife Martha, in the car, that ‘I wonder how many
really important people there are here in Wyoming?’ Martha replied, somewhat
dryly, ‘probably about one less than you think there are.’”
Roberta Popeck
of Lander tells this story about Hansen: He was campaigning at a ranch house
near Tensleep and told the group including an old rancher, “I hope you folks
remember me at election time.”
Bert said the
old rancher replied: “I hope you remember us when you get elected!”
Former Cody publisher
Lee Myers, who now lives in Omaha, recalls a time when presidential candidate
Barry Goldwater was campaigning in Wyoming and stayed at a private home in
Lovell. “Doubt we would ever see that again,” he says.
Retired Thermopolis
publisher Pat Schmidt shared this story: “Remember State Treasurer Stan Smith
being left on the interstate by his wife Harriet in his underwear? He grew
tired and asked her to take over driving on Interstate 80 late at night. She
slid across the seat as he got out and opened the back door. Rather than
wrinkle his suit, he took it off, hung it up and, deciding to get it the other
side, closed the door behind the driver`s seat.
“Harriet drove off, leaving Stan
standing in his underwear. Stan was eventually able to get a trucker to stop
and give him a ride to the next truck stop. He called the WHP who finally
stopped Harriet and his suit.”
Stan and
Harriet would always be campaigning playing the fiddle and piano, rather than
talking about issues.
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