Any civic-minded Washingtonian is doomed by circumstance to be a thwarted, unhappy man. By geography he is disfranchisedhe has no voice in managing his 69,245 square miles of handsomely landscaped bedlam. He is plagued by starlings, 10¢ streetcar fares, a water system that floods basements even after a drizzle, a street-cleaning system that depends mainly on the wind, a police force loaded with the castoffs of Congressional patronageand some of the worst slums in all the U.S.
The Washingtonian's affairs are run for him by three Presidentially-appointed Commissioners, usually utterly without...
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