Naylor was introduced to politics at a very young age, and remained actively involved in the political arena his entire life.  He was actually a candidate for political office more than once, and he was a political force in Ohio politics for many years.  He knew many of the party leaders quite well and developed more than a passing friendship with some of them, including Warren Harding, with whom he campaigned.

Following his 1910 defeat for state senator, Naylor mailed to those patients who owed on their accounts a charming poem titled “A Plea and a Promise.” In it, he promised to leave the political arena, admitted his dire financial situation and, in a most pleasant manner, asked them all to pay.

Election day has come and gone—     Kind friend, if you will come around
  And gone, too, are my hopes;       And pay your meager score,
For Fate gave me a final punch—     I pledge my word to you I'll be
  And knocked me through the ropes.       A candidate no more.
My chances and my pocketbook     My head has felt the fist of Fate,
  Together went to smash;       My back, Misfortune's lash;
And so I'm out of politics—     I need your sympathy, good friend—
  And, also, out of cash.       Likewise, I need your cash.
Old Winter's knocking at my door;     From this day forth I'll minister
  And in the dismal dawn       Unto my neighbor's ills,
He whistles through the keyhole: "Son,     Nor meddle much with politics—
  Where has all your money gone?"       I'll simply pedal pills;
And when I open not to him,     I'll try to serve all faithfully—
  He rattles at my sash       This is no promise rash.
And shrieks: "Your bills are overdue;     So come around and shake my hand—
  You've got to raise some cash!"       And leave a little cash.