Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-31

around which the other men had been c!us-
tered ".City Of Grafton. complete: Con-
over. 800; Standish, 1881 Is 1t won
der you all went nutty when you got II! IN
Grafton too. stronghold of democracy.
This means the state for Standish by an
easy 1900. maybe more: And who's to
blame? Are you? Am /? Not us! We've
had-the whole party's had-our hands tied
behind u.s. And we were sent in to fight
like that. Could We use the good old
moves? Not u.s. 1t must be kidglove. SILK
sock, amachoor politics, meeting Stand1sh
on his own ground. No wonder he licked
us A prohibitionist could have licked men
that were hamDered like were. And
who was it tied our hands? Who cot the
party beat and the machine smashed? Who
did it? Caleb Conover!'
He paused painting and sweating with
wrath Then, encouraged by murmur OF
assent that ran around the ring of listeners.
he beloved:
I'VE amt in politics for our health are
We? It's our bread and butter. That bread
and buffers been snatched away from us.
Who by? Caleb Conover! Are you going
to be led by the nose any longer by a man
who betrays you like that? For my part
I'm tired of wearing his collar
A growl of appreciation greeted his
query. His below changed to lower tone
of persuasion.
81 amt saying" he resumed, ''but what
Conover's done work for the machine. In
his day he was a great man. but his days
past. He's breaking up. Don't this cam
chances out of the winder for Standsh to
pick up. And when we're waiting news
from the deciding city he plays phono-
graph. and then wanders off and most
likely forgets we're here. There's another
thing: How did Richard Croker and Charlie
Murphy and Matt Quay and N. Bonaparte
and all the rest of the big bosses hold their
power? BY keeping their mouths shut.
When Croker once began to talk, what hap
pened? Down tumbled all his power. Same
with Quay. Same with NPoleon. Same
with all of 'em. Talking was the first sign
OF losing hold. Look at Conover's case. We
can all remember when words was hard
to get out OF him dollars. How about
him now? Talks to any one. l tell YOU
he's breaking up. Unless We want the
machine to break up for good and all, too.
We got to get a new leader"
If the new leaders you. Adolphc Staatz,"
cut In rasping snarl. like dogs. from
shoudered his way forward and thrust his
unshaven face close to the district leaders
brtstiing gray mustache. eff you're the
new leader you're rootia. for. let me put
you wise to somethin': You'll go to the
primaries straight from the hospital, an
with your shyster mug in a sling. Fer. II
hear another peep out of you. roastin' the
boss, I'll knock you from under your hat.
and push your ugly face in till your back
teeth bend. You take the boss's job? Chez!
It's to ha-ha! Go chase yourself fore
chase you SO far you'll discover new
street. You'd backtrack Mister Conover.
would you'se? Why. II you go round
Granite spreadin' idees of that kind In your
own pin-head brain. I'll sure be c'mpelled
to do all sorts of things to you. An when
I'm finished with you the Staatz family'n
be able to indulge In that aloorin' pastme
called Put papa together! You fer leader
EN-? Say! I'm natterin you a whole heap
when l call you
LET him alone. Billy" interviewed
Bourke as the startled Staatz backed to-
ward the wall. ever followed by that bel
| ngerent blue-Jawed little face so close to
AZ. lof Inn aIn Iaso tallr tr,r
straight. l for one"
you for one," sounded sneering voice
from the dressing room doorway behind
| them. you for one. friend Bourke, were
starving on the street when / took you in
and fed you and got your kids out of the
protectory and gave you q Job
AT the first word ths mumbled assent to
Staatz's and Bourke's opinion. that haA