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hot school lunch in that schoolhouse.
I suppose I remember seeing Walker at an occasional funeral, although in those early days when I was not in politics holding public office I didn't feel any obligation to go to a political funeral. I wish I had because after I got to know political funerals in the City of New York, I knew them as something not to be missed. They were really wonderful. But when I was just a social worker trying to get bills through, I hadn't realized the extent to which it mattered to have you show your face at a funeral. I didn't realize the extent to which the family, even, and the friends were touched by the fact that you turned up. It was a long time before I found out about that.
There must have been some such occasions as that at which I saw Walker and realized his kind of jaunty way of doing things. However, I remember that when I was told that they had decided to run him for mayor, I was very much surprised - very much surprised! I couldn't think why they picked Walker. I remember being told that he probably had an absolutely honest record, that his father was rich and that he was one of the people who had made his money honestly. It was what was then called “honest graft.” That is, he had never taken any money out of the public treasury, he had never shaken anybody down, he had used enormous influence to get
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