Now for the political types. The rising politician in Attorney General Harshbarger's office was nominated, as was Osborne, Sen. Barrett's former staffer and current campaign worker.

And me. Lansing, a Harvard alum, offered to do the nominating, and I was just happy to find a way on the ballot.

Now to present myself. A one-minute speech. It has to be perfect--sweeping rhetoric, hard substance, and a personal appeal--all in 60 seconds. I took a deep breath and looked around the room.

"It is important that the Democratic Party transmit its ideals from generation to generation.."

Oh God, I must sound stupid. And selfimportant...even ridiculous.

The ballots were collected, and the results were announced. One man elected; three, including me, tied for the two remaining spots.

"We're going to have to vote again," Phyllis sighed.

Another vote...another man elected. Still two left in the battle for the final slot, and one of them was me.

"Now only vote for one," said Phyllis.

I asked to make a second statement.

"I just want to say that the Democratic Party is in trouble. White youths especially are flocking to the Republican Party, and it's up to us to stop this trend."

The final count was made.

"David Osborne was elected," The chair announced. "He won by one vote."

Phyllis looked sadly down at the table toward me.

"Maybe we can make a deal," Lansing whispered to me across the table. "I may not even go."