. . . In all my dreams
Your fair face beams.
You are the ideal of my heart
Quite as famed as cod or Cabots in Massachusetts are the feuds between John Francis Fitzgerald and James Michael Curley, sometime Boston mayors. Sons-of-the-system, hot-headed Hibernians, they have called each other most of the names that can be printed and all the unprintable ones. In Dorchester, where they mostly hold their quarrels and reunions, the very ash wagons creak with politics.
Last week, in the hot-packed dining room of Young's Hotel,...