When 15, Maury Maverick decided to be a Congressman. His uncle was his inspiration. He represented Texas in the House of Representatives.
Maury Maverick has achieved his ambition but not by riding his uncle's coattails. The uncle may have given the boy the idea, but what stocky 41-year-old Maury Maverick has done, he's done on his own. "The Gentleman from Texas," as his name indicates, wears no man's brand. He's a free-running steer and kicks up plenty of dust in the lower house of the United States Congress.
His name might account for some of his drive and rambunctiousness. His ancestors were among the first settlers in Texas. Grandpa Samuel Maverick, like the rest of the pioneers, went in for cattle. Unlike the others, he didn't brand his steers.
So anyone, seeing an unbranded cow, would likely say, "That's Maverick's." Eventually the word took its place in our language to mean either man or beast who just naturally galloped off "the reservation."
Until Maury Maverick was 15 his chief aim in life was to have a good time. He succeeded, too. He remembers, especially, a 250-mile camping trip he and his brothers made into the wilds of Texas.
He finished school in time to go to the war. He went out of his third battle, the Argonne, on a stretcher with the upper half of his body thoroughly riddled. After months in hospitals in France and at home, he was patched up enough to study law and begin practicing.
Few years later he uncovered fraud in collecting the poll tax in his home town, San Antonio. Before he was through, honest, hard-hitting Maury Maverick had run the crooks out of town and fastened the eyes of the citizenry upon him as a likely man to represent them in Washington. He was sent back for a second term last fall.
A bitter foe of war, a campaigner for social security and a friend of youth are the roles of Maury Maverick, Representative. Also, he introduced the bill leading to the establishment of the National Youth Administration.
A human whirlwind, Representative Maverick often works 12 or 14 hours a day. He doesn't rest, even while sitting and talking. He cracks out his words in a vibrant voice, plays with his gold-rimmed spectacles. Short time ago he finished an added task—his autobiography, "A Maverick American."
Maury Maverick has achieved his ambition but not by riding his uncle's coattails. The uncle may have given the boy the idea, but what stocky 41-year-old Maury Maverick has done, he's done on his own. "The Gentleman from Texas," as his name indicates, wears no man's brand. He's a free-running steer and kicks up plenty of dust in the lower house of the United States Congress.
His name might account for some of his drive and rambunctiousness. His ancestors were among the first settlers in Texas. Grandpa Samuel Maverick, like the rest of the pioneers, went in for cattle. Unlike the others, he didn't brand his steers.
So anyone, seeing an unbranded cow, would likely say, "That's Maverick's." Eventually the word took its place in our language to mean either man or beast who just naturally galloped off "the reservation."
Until Maury Maverick was 15 his chief aim in life was to have a good time. He succeeded, too. He remembers, especially, a 250-mile camping trip he and his brothers made into the wilds of Texas.
He finished school in time to go to the war. He went out of his third battle, the Argonne, on a stretcher with the upper half of his body thoroughly riddled. After months in hospitals in France and at home, he was patched up enough to study law and begin practicing.
Few years later he uncovered fraud in collecting the poll tax in his home town, San Antonio. Before he was through, honest, hard-hitting Maury Maverick had run the crooks out of town and fastened the eyes of the citizenry upon him as a likely man to represent them in Washington. He was sent back for a second term last fall.
A bitter foe of war, a campaigner for social security and a friend of youth are the roles of Maury Maverick, Representative. Also, he introduced the bill leading to the establishment of the National Youth Administration.
A human whirlwind, Representative Maverick often works 12 or 14 hours a day. He doesn't rest, even while sitting and talking. He cracks out his words in a vibrant voice, plays with his gold-rimmed spectacles. Short time ago he finished an added task—his autobiography, "A Maverick American."
Nashua Telegraph, 'Parade of Youth' Weekly Section, June 5, 1937, p. 4
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