Jacob A. Riis 1849–1914. The Battle with the Slum. 1902.
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| padrone, as representative of the railroads, and says with a laugh, “Don’t they all do it?” |
| The boss believes in himself. It is one of his strong points. And he has experience to back him. In the fall of 1894 we shook off boss rule in New York, and set up housekeeping for ourselves. We kept it up three years, and then went back to the old style. I should judge that we did it because we were tired of too much virtue. Perhaps we were not built to hold such a lot at once. Besides, it is much easier to be ruled than to rule. That fall, after the election, when I was concerned about what would become of my small parks, of the Health Department in which I took such just pride, and of a dozen other things, I received one unvarying reply to my anxious question, or rather two. If it was the Health Department, I was told: “Go to Platt. He is the only man who can do it. He is a sensible man, and will see that it is protected.” If small parks, it was: “Go to Croker. He will not allow the work to be stopped.” A playgrounds bill was to be presented in the legislature, and everybody advised: “Go to Platt. He won’t object, it is popular.” And so on. My advisers were not politicians. They were business men, but recently honestly interested in reform. I was talking one day, with a gentleman of very wide reputation as a philanthropist, about the unhappy lot of the old fire-engine |