If President Coolidge should pack up a galaxy of green silk pajamas and 36 pairs of spats, go jaunting in the Southland, perform like a clown and be hit on the nose by a lollypop at the New Orleans Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday)—he would no doubt be flayed in the press for wantonly neglecting his duty. But an unlimited amount of insouciance is expected and applauded when it is exhibited by Mayor James J. Walker of New York City.

Two facts make this possible: 1) Mayor Walker's buffoonery is shrewdly directed; 2) New York, despite its turbulent subway problem, gets...

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