A cosmopolitan ain't needed in all the other districts, but our men
are just the kind to rule. There's Dan Finn, in the Battery district,
bluff, jolly Dan, who is now on the bench. Maybe you'd think that
a court justice is not the man to hold a district like that, but you're
mistaken. Most of the voters of the district are the janitors of the
big office buildings on lower Broadway and their helpers. These
janitors are the most dignified and haughtiest of men. Even I
would have trouble in holding them. Nothin' less than a judge on
the bench is good enough for them. Dan does the dignity act with
the janitors, and when he is with the boys he hangs up the ermine
in the closet and becomes a jolly good fellow.

Big Tom Foley, leader of the Second District, fits in exactly, too.
Tom sells whisky, and good whisky, and he is able to take care of
himself against a half dozen thugs if he runs up against them on
Cherry Hill or in Chatharn Square. Pat Ryder and Johnnie Ahearn
of the Third and Fourth Districts are just the men for the places.
Ahearn's constituents are about half Irishmen and half Jews. He is
as popular with one race as with the other. He eats corned beef and
kosher meat with equal nonchalance, and it's all the same to him
whether he takes off his hat in the church or pulls it down over his
ears in the synagogue.

The other downtown leaders, Barney Martin of the Fifth, Tim
Sullivan of the Sixth, Pat Keahon of the Seventh, Florrie Sullivan
of the Eighth, Frank Goodwin of the Ninth, Julius Harburger of the
Tenth, Pete Dooling of the Eleventh, Joe Scully of the Twelfth,
Johnnie Oakley of the Fourteenth, and Pat Keenan of the Sixteenth
are just built to suit the people they have to deal with. They don't