"...further outrages on the convention floor at the Wigwam emerged as Iowa's Horace Boies declared in a thundering address before the delegates that "to re-nominate this man would be to consign our party to the worst caricatures of it; as a vessel for patronage rather than merit, an instrument of corruption of the organs of our Republic, a machine of thievery, and a monument to the bossism that caused the eruption of public discontent two decades ago and once again rears its head today!" The Tammany-controlled Hill delegates from New York, closest to the stage, erupted in fury; Midwestern delegates, fewer in number, exploded in joy. Critically for Hill, though, he had Stevenson on the floor as his campaign manager, whipping support from wavering delegates, particularly from his native Illinois, where he was seeking the Governorship that fall. The other advantage to Hill was that Boies' Western, free-silver and radical orientation was shared by two other candidates with major profiles - Richard Bland of Missouri, the original Silverite and a proponent of trying to absorb back the Populists, and William Rosecrans, one of the so-called Dragons who had nearly nipped Custer to the nomination in '88. Hill had shifted in the direction of the radicals on the silver question, creating a difficult conundrum for those whom considered it their primary issue; they were unlikely to find another candidate who like Hill could both credibly deliver a sizable, if wounded New York machine, but not be in hoc to the interests on Wall Street who wanted to maintain the 8:1 silver standard or even reduce it further to contract the money supply, what was known as the "bitter medicine" philosophy to curtailing the ugly ongoing depression. Further complicating the math for Hill after Boies electrified his opposition was the quiet reminder in Bland's meandering, ill-received address that Tammany's shenanigans had cost Democrats the valuable Governorship of New York, now held by Jacob Sloat Fassett, the head of the committee that had begun the great roundup of machine figures and perhaps even threatened the President himself with state charges, a question Hill was not eager to have litigated before the Edmunds Court.
The four-way split for the silver faction created openings; Pennsylvania's 42-year old former Robert E. Pattison, a Governor in the mid-1880s who was close with Philadelphia boss Lewis Cassidy despite his profile as an anti-corruption reformer and an agnostic on the money issue previously, came out as a supporter of the status quo, a unique position on the convention floor, and as a youthful alternative who had carried a staunchly Liberal state in difficult conditions, having nearly pulled off a massive upset two years earlier to return to the Governor's mansion and missing by a hair. The other new face that emerged suddenly from the crowd was that of William Freeman Vilas, one of the "mandarins of the Midwest" who had delivered Custer the critical delegates four years earlier and now was the definitive boss of the Wisconsin Democrats. Close to Stevenson and Chicago's former mayor Carter Harrison, who was part of Stevenson's whip team, he was the only true hard-money Democrat but also close to the German community that had delivered the Midwest in '88 and lost it for Democrats in '90. As Hill's fortunes seemed to flail, Vilas emerged as a potential backup option to Stevenson and Harrison.
Roosevelt's column the night after Boies' speech, as the debate over the party platform descended into chaos and even physical fights as planks such as the money question, tariff reform, and civil service, was nothing short of incendiary: "Horace the Hero emerges as the man of the hour, as Bland lives up to his name with his faltering address to an army of bitterly divided partisans; it appears the success of the People's Party has served not as notice to the Party of Jackson of its need to reform and innovate in its approaches as remaining the party that represents the common man but as an invitation to descend into thuggery and dispute. In Chicago today we saw two men who would be easily comfortable in Omaha with the party of Weaver, Simpson and the Bryan brothers; depending on how the convention unfolds, they and their supporters may be so inclined as to join them. 'Boss Hill' and his minions such as Stevenson and Harrison continue their assault on meritocracy, public service and perhaps even democracy itself; their delegates represent an unflappable core around which all others must orbit. Old and tired windbags such as Rosecrans from the Pacific Coast trot out to attempt to relive the days when they may have inspired trust in their fellow partisans; new names such as Vilas or Pattison emerge, out of step with the mania of free silver and plentiful money that the Blandites think will drive us from our meagre times [1], and in Vilas' case out of step with the anger spilling across the land regarding the outrages of the Hill administration."
In the shadow of the fierce report from Chicago, published unedited in the Journal, the convention continued its bitter fury. Hill's people were outraged, and the ugly dismissal of Bland and Rosecrans by delegates seemed to suggest that Roosevelt's paper was gaining sway. Not in its native New York, though; Hill gained delegates as Vilas was eliminated despite enjoying a unique bloc to himself, to the shock of many, and before long it was Pattison and Boies arrayed against him, alone. Though very different men in attitude and experience, both zeroed in their focus on Hill's clashes with Congress, on his well-publicized corruption scandals, on his fraying relationship with the well-regarded Bayard (who declined to attend the meeting), and the "den of thieves at Tammany" who made the backbone of his campaign. The hinge point of the convention, though, came when New York Mayor Hugh J. Grant [2], a well-known Tammany man, came to the stage to formally place Hill's name into nomination for another round of balloting. In a thunderous address, he declared, "Forget not what our President has been through; the ordeals he has endured, the burning hatred of the ruling class in Washington that ate happily at the trough of plenty during the Blaine years and now shirks blame for the depravation that followed. Forget not the words of the partisan press that has sought to pierce him like the spear that struck Christ upon the cross! Forget not that he took his most solemn oath at one of the darkest hours of our Republic's history, not on the Capitol steps but in the shadow of the cold body of our murdered President Custer! You come here and claim to be Democrats, representing the people, yet no man has been harried by the classes of affluence and avarice like David Hill, no man more made enemy of the moneyed powers that have yoked this land under the guise of liberalism!"
Grant's speech broke enough delegates off to get Hill over the edge, thanks to some aggressive last-minute whipping of Midwestern delegates by Vilas, who threw his support for the President in late. Hill, in New York as the convention went on, eagerly accepted the news of his nomination via telegram; he was informed in the same telegram by Stevenson that his victory had come with a price. The Vice Presidential ballot threatened to be equally chaotic, with Pattison refusing to be nominated, but the Hill delegates moved as a bloc behind Vilas. The deal seemed clear - Hill would give Vilas the Vice Presidency, a potentially valuable role after the last two Presidents had perished in office, after Vilas had helped Stevenson tip the delegate count in the President's favor. The allied supporters of Boies and Bland angrily staged a walkout; Pattison, still at the Wigwam, gave a speech encouraging his people to stay as Western Dragons got into fistfights in the streets outside. The Chicago convention had been hoped to be a unifying moment for the badly divided, adrift Democratic Party; it had only divided it further [3]..."
- Boss Hill
[1] To be fair to Bland, tight money was what caused the Panic of 1870 and coining silver under Hoffman and Hendricks did help the matter, so... yeah
[2] This was indeed his name. You are welcome to imagine mid-1990s era Hugh Grant getting up and addressing a convention through awkward pauses and other Grant-isms
[3] Much like the OTL 1968 DNC in the same city!