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
Of those three camps of politics set over against us, that one to be the
strongest was the party of reform. This knowledge swelled my stock of
courage, already mounting high. If it were no more than to rout the
administration now worrying the withers of the town, why, then! the
machine was safe to win.
There arose another sign. As the days ran on, rich and frequent, first
from one big corporation and then another--and these do not give until
they believe--the contributions of money came rolling along. They would
buy our favor in advance of victory. These donations followed each other
like billows upon a beach, and each larger than the one before, which
showed how the wind of general confidence was rising in our favor. It
was not, therefore, my view alone; but, by this light of money to our
cause, I could see how the common opinion had begun to gather head that
the machine was to take the town again.
This latter is often a decisive point, and one to give victory of
itself. The average of intelligence and integrity in this city of New
York is lower than any in the land. There are here, in proportion to
a vote, more people whose sole principle is the bandwagon, than in any
other town between the oceans. These “sliders,” who go hither and yon,
and attach themselves to this standard or ally themselves with that one,
as the eye of their fancy is caught and taught by some fluttering signal
of the hour to pick the winning side, are enough of themselves to decide
a contest. Wherefore, to promote this advertisement among creatures of
chameleon politics, of an approaching triumph for the machine, and it
being possible because of those contributed thousands coming so early
into my chests, I began furnishing funds to my leaders and setting them
to the work of their regions weeks before the nearest of our enemies had
begun to think on his ticket.
There was another argument for putting out this money. The noses of my
people had been withheld from the cribs of office for hungry months upon
months. The money would arouse an appetite and give their teeth an edge.
I looked for fine work, too, since the leanest wolves are ever foremost
in the hunt.
Emphatically did I lay it upon my leaders that, man for man, they must
count their districts. They must tell over each voter as a churchman
tells his beads. They must give me a true story of the situation, and I
promised grief to him who brought me mistaken word. I will say in their
compliment that, by the reports of my leaders on the day before the
poll, I counted the machine majority exact within four hundred votes;
and that, I may tell you, with four tickets in the conflict, and a whole
count which was measured by hundreds of thousands, is no light affair. I
mention it to evidence the hair-line perfection to which the methods of
the machine had been brought.
More than one leader reported within five votes of his majority, and
none went fifty votes astray.
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