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
“On my soul! I hope so,” exclaimed Morton. “Don't you know, I expect
every day to find him doing something to Mulberry Traction--trying to
invalidate its franchise, or indulging in some similar piece of humor. I
shall breathe easier with my parent returned to private life--really!”
“Never fear; I'll have the city in the hollow of my hand within the
year,” said I.
“I will show you where to find a million or two in Wall Street, if you
do,” he returned.
The downfall of the reputable old gentleman was already half
accomplished. One by one, I had cut the props from beneath him. While he
would grant me no contracts, and yield me no offices for my people,
he was quite willing to consider my advice on questions of political
concern. Having advantage of this, I one day pointed out that it was
un-American to permit certain Italian societies to march in celebration
of their victories over the Pope long ago. Why should good Catholic
Irish-Americans be insulted with such exhibitions! These Italian
festivals should be kept for Italy; they do not belong in America.
The reputable old gentleman, who was by instinct more than half a Know
Nothing, gave warm assent to my doctrines, and the festive Italians did
not celebrate.
Next I argued that the reputable old gentleman should refuse his
countenance to the Irish exercises on St. Patrick's Day. The Irish were
no better than the Italians. He could not make flesh of one and fish
of the other. The reputable old gentleman bore testimony to the lucid
beauty of my argument by rebuffing the Irish in a flame of words in
which he doubted both their intelligence and their loyalty to the land
of their adoption. In another florid tirade he later sent the Orangemen
to the political right-about. The one powerful tribe he omitted to
insult were the Germans, and that only because they did not come within
his reach. Had they done so, the reputable old gentleman would have
heaped contumely upon them with all the pleasure in life.
It is not needed that I set forth how, while guiding the reputable old
gentleman to these deeds of derring, I kept myself in the background. No
one knew me as the architect of those wondrous policies. The reputable
old gentleman stood alone; and in the inane fullness of his vanity took
a deal of delight in the uproar he aroused.
There was an enemy of my own. He was one of those elegant personalities
who, in the elevation of riches and a position to which they are born,
find the name of Tammany a synonym for crime. That man hated me, and
hated the machine. But he loved the reputable old gentleman; and, by his
name and his money, he might become of utmost avail to that publicist in
any effort he put forth to have his mayorship again.
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