had to foot the whole bill, and when any of Hill's men came down
to New York to help him in the campaign, we had to pay their
board. Whenever money is to be raised, there's nothin' doin' up the
State. The Democrats there-always providin' that there is any
Democrats there-take to the woods. Supposin' Tammany turned
over the campaigns to the Hill men and then held off, what would
happen? Why, they would have to hire a shed out in the suburbs of
Albany for a headquarters, unless the Democratic National
Committee put up for the campaign expenses. Tammany's got the
votes and the cash. The Hill crowd's only got hot air.

Chapter 11. Tammany Leaders Not Bookworms

You hear a lot of talk about the Tammany district leaders bein'
illiterate men. If illiterate means havin' common sense, we plead
guilty. But if they mean that the Tammany leaders ain't got no
education and ain't gents they don't know what they're talkin'
about. Of course, we ain't all bookworms and college professors. If
we were, Tammany might win an election once in four thousand
years. Most of the leaders are plain American citizens, of the
people and near to the people, and they have all the education they
need to whip the dudes who part their name in the middle and to
run the City Government. We've got bookworms, too, in the
organization. But we don't make them district leaders. We keep
them for ornaments on parade days.

Tammany Hall is a great big machine, with every part adjusted
delicate to do its own particular work. It runs so smooth that you
wouldn't think it was a complicated affair, but it is. Every district
leader is fitted to the district he runs and he wouldn't exactly fit