Jacob A. Riis 1849–1914. The Battle with the Slum. 1902.
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| use, they took charge of the celebration with immense unction, and invited themselves to sit in the high seats and glory in the achievement which they had done little but hamper and delay from the first. They had not reckoned with Colonel Waring, however. When they had had their say, the colonel arose, and, curtly reminding them that they had really had no hand in the business, proposed three cheers for the citizen effort that had struck the slum this staggering blow. There was rather a feeble response on the platform, but rousing cheers from the crowd, with whom the colonel was a prime favorite, and no wonder. Two years later he laid down his life in the fight which he so valiantly and successfully waged. It is the simple truth that he was killed by politics. The services which he had rendered the city would have entitled him in any reputable business to be retained in the employment that was his life and his pride. Had he been so retained, he would not have gone to Cuba, and would in all human probability be now alive. But Tammany is not “in politics for its health” and had no use for him, though no more grievous charge could be laid at his door, even in the heat of the campaign, than that he was a “foreigner,” being from Rhode Island. Spoils politics never craved a heavier sacrifice of any community. |
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| Colonel George E. Waring, Jr. |
| It was Colonel Waring’s broom that first let light |