Two! Four! Six! Eight! Who do we
appreciate? Jimmy Hines! Jimmy Hines! Jimmy
Hines! Jimmy Hines!
Shrieking cheers of gratitude for their benefactor, 25,000 yelping children and their mothers clambered and danced through the meadows of Manhattan's summer-striped Central Park. It was a grand picnic—the 22nd annual June Walk of the Monongahela Club. Round-faced, genial James J. Hines eased a piggybacking child from his shoulders, doffed his straw boater, wiped the sweat from his face and said proudly: "Kids who came to the first of these things are voters now. They're not all voting my district, but they're voting somewhere."
The year was...
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