Early election morning a swart, chunky little man accompanied by the plain, efficient woman who for eleven years was his secretary and four years ago became his wife, marched into a polling place in Manhattan's upper East Side. He entered a voting machine, closed the green curtain behind him, pulled down a row of small levers over a row of names headed by his own. Emerging, he refused to smile for photographers. "I'll do that tonight," he said. His prediction was correct. By nightfall, Fiorello Henry LaGuardia had become the 101st Mayor of...
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