For the first time since the War, Tammany Hall faces a long lean winter of political starvation, not of four months but of four years. Ridiculed by civic organizations, proved corrupt by a righteous investigator, beaten at the polls by a fiery little Italian-American Major, the Tammany sachems have been voting themselves pensions and appointments as fast as their Board of Estimate could say "Yea." At a single session fortnight ago they put through 471, including a pension for bumbling, prognathous Mayor John P. O'Brien. Out of dusty files they fished up and...
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