It was election night in Chicago. No one had been killed in Chicago all day. In the Mayor's office at City Hall gathered a noisy, sweaty crowd of jobholders, petty politicians and hangers-on—the Thompson Gang. Waiters brought them heaping trays of food & drink. Free cigars were chewed and waved. Backs were violently slapped, greetings bellowed. The sour grey air vibrated with the full blare of a brass band. In the centre of the boisterous human pack stood beefy, bloodshot Mayor William Hale ("Big Bill") Thompson, He...
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