The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New YorkLewis, Alfred Henry
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The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New York
Lewis, Alfred Henry
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Political fiction; Politicians -- Fiction
Before I went to an open alliance with the mugwumps, I would weaken the
labor people. This I might do by pretending to be their friend.
There was a strip of the labor candidate's support which was rabid
anti-Tammany. Let me but seem to come to his comfort and aid, and every
one of those would desert him.
Within the week after my talk with Morton, I sent a sly scrap of news
to the captains of labor. They were told that I had given utterance
to sentiments of friendship for them and their man. Their taste to
cultivate my support was set on edge. These amateurs of politics came
seeking an interview. I flattered their hopes, and spoke in high terms
of their candidate, his worth and honesty. The city could not be in
safer hands.
There were many interviews. It was as an experience, not without a side
to amuse, since my visitors, while as pompous as turkey cocks, were as
innocently shallow as so many sheep. Many times did we talk; and I gave
them compliments and no promises.
My ends were attained. The papers filled up with the coming partnership
between the labor movement and the machine, and those berserks of
anti-Tammany, frothing with resentment against ones who would sell
themselves into my power as the price of my support, abandoned the
laborites in a body. There were no fewer than five thousand of these to
shake the dust of labor from their feet. When I had driven the last of
them from the labor champion, by the simple expedient of appearing to be
his friend, I turned decisively my back on him. Also, I at once called
Tammany Convention--being the first in the field--and issued those
orders which named the reputable old gentleman.
There arose a roar and a cheer from my followers at this, for they read
in that name a promise of money knee-deep; and what, than that word,
should more brighten a Tammany eye! I was first, with the machine at
my back, to walk upon the field with our reputable old gentleman. The
mugwumps followed, adopting him with all dispatch; the Republicans,
proper, made no ticket; two or three straggling cliques and split-offs
of party accepted the reputable old gentleman's nomination; and so the
lines were made. On the heels of the conventions, the mugwump leaders
and I met and merged our tickets, I getting two-thirds and surrendering
one-third of those names which followed that of the reputable old
gentleman for the divers offices to be filled.
When all was accomplished, the new situation offered a broad foundation,
and one of solvency and depth, whereon to base a future for both Tammany
and myself. It crystallized my power, and my grip on the machine was set
fast and hard by the sheer effect of it. The next thing was to win at
the polls; that would ask for studied effort and a quickness that must
not sleep, for the opposition, while clumsy, straggling, and unwieldly
with no skill, overtopped us in strength by every one of those thousands
of which I had given Morton the name.
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