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
The important thing was that these clothes of gentility gave me
multiplied vogue with ones who were peculiarly my personal followers.
They earned me emphasis with my Red Jackets, who still bore me aloft as
their leader, and whose favor I must not let drift. The Tin Whistles,
too, drew an awe from this rich yet civil uniform which strengthened my
authority in that muscular quarter. I had grown, as an alderman and that
one next in ward power to Big Kennedy, to a place which exempted me
from those harsher labors of fist and bludgeon in which, whenever the
exigencies of a campaign demanded, the Tin Whistles were still employed.
But I claimed my old mastery over them. I would not permit so hardy
a force to go to another's hands, and while I no longer led their war
parties, I was always in the background, giving them direction and
stopping them when they went too far.
It was demanded of my safety that I retain my hold upon both the Tin
Whistles and the Red Jackets. However eminent I might be, I was by no
means out of the ruck, and my situation was to be sustained only by the
strong hand. The Tin Whistles and the Red Jackets were the sources of my
importance, and if my voice were heeded or my word owned weight it was
because they stood ever ready to my call. Wherefore, I cultivated their
favor, secured my place among them, while at the same time I forced them
to obey to the end that they as well as I be preserved.
Those clothes of a gentleman not only augmented, but declared my
strength. In that time a fine coat was an offense to ones more coarsely
clothed. A well-dressed stranger could not have walked three blocks on
the East Side without being driven to do battle for his life. Fine
linen was esteemed a challenge, and that I should be so arrayed and
go unscathed, proved not alone my popularity, but my dangerous repute.
Secretly, it pleased my shoulder-hitters to see their captain so garbed;
and since I could defend my feathers, they made of themselves another
reason of leadership. I was growing adept of men, and I counted on this
effect when I spent my money with that tailor.
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