Brass-Knuckle Fight

In New York City, for twelve years and three elections, hen-shaped old Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia had ruled the political roost. He had been able to beat any & every combination of political bosses solely on the vote of the people, who loved him. Last month he had quipped: "I can run on a laundry ticket and beat these political bums any time." But the people had grown tired of his wham-handed whims, his snooping, his ranting. "The Hat" bowed out—or said he did.

The minute he had, the bosses of all parties, sniffing...

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