Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-10

was entirely successful as usual; in the
second he was unsuccessful but. still
buoyed up by delicious hopes; in the
third there was no way as Il, yet OF grn mehn
perturbation in the ranks of the ola
machine. Jerry's worker brought him
word of this and it thrilled him with
delight.
AS a matter of fact, the Big Boss had,
many months before, noticed some
mysterious force burrowing about down
of voters live, and Ia paused long
enough to note the source from which
these borrowings proceeded: When he
found it to be a group of fanatical re
formers supported by m~illionaires, he
shifted, sneered and all but forgot; for
this was one part of the game that
politicians knew reformers could not
play. =
Yet, now when the city f = was
chagrined to find that a workable coun-
reorganization had been effected and
ensconced in concrete-lined trenches and
tended from the river to the hills:
through every division and every ward
an organization. moreover, which
openly boasted itself dyed-in-the-wool Re-
to select a list of Republican candidates
for nomination at the September pri-
tmaries.
I'm damned" said the Big Boss. and
conferred anxiously with the middle
sized bosses; SO that by n by the
scouts and outriders of the machine be-
gan to come in with more detailed in
formation. The Big Boss, a very astute
formation off by himself and ex~cogitated
upon it. As he Illuminated his eyes
cleaned with a crafty light and he
stroked his chin complacently, while a
malicious smile photographed itself upon
his lips. He had thought of a thing that
he could do to the voters of Philadel-
phia yes. he had definitely decided upon
a coup. Or, to employ the political patois
= switch. In the prize ring the maneuyer
Is known as the double-cross. AND THE
PEOPLE WERE TO BE ON THE RE-
CEIVING END OF THE DOUBLE
CROSS.
Very soon after the Bic Boss reached
this decision. he and Willard H.. Bucking-
ham were closeted together.
There's hell to pay" said the politi.-
clan, affecting an air of gravity. "A
flock of fool m~illionaires are putting up
the coin. and it's astonishing the bunch
of workers. good, practical, live-wire
workers that young fellow Archer has
got hooked up..not a dead one among
damned religion of enthusiasm about the
way they're gittin' along. They feel like
regular crusaders. Why. blast It, with
yawping in the newspapers, they might
come through and beat us out"
Might" Mr.. Buckingham was at
times chary of words. but the glare In
his eyes was the more voluble.
Blast 1t, they will; that's all there is
A frown indented itself deeply between
Mr.. ~Buckingham's eyes.
WHO'S their man for Mayor"
"Archer's candidate Is Victor Rollin-
SON., but his organizations candidate is
Archer himself"
Jerry Archer? For Mayor" The
rumble of wrath at sue undesirable
absurdity was loud in Mr.. Bucking'
hams tones.
For Mayor? why not?" inquired the
Boss. He's Young. he's clean. he's
spectacular. hes likable and he's a
driving, vote-getting kind of a fellow.
Mr.. Buckingham was silent. his lips
struggling with each other in the tight
ness of their compression,
What's your plan?" he inquired
sharply, after an interval of contempla-
ton of one of the most distasteful pos
sibilities that had been spread before
him in some time.
All the gravity departed from the
face Of the Big Boss. He snickered at
the simple beauty of his plan.
Let 'em elect him, IL they can,