Boston Mayor-Friends

. . . In all my dreams

Your fair face beams.

You are the ideal of my heart

Sweet Ad-e-Line.

SWEET ADELINE

Quite as famed as cod or Cabots in Massachusetts are the feuds between John Francis Fitzgerald and James Michael Curley, sometime Boston mayors. Sons-of-the-system, hot-headed Hibernians, they have called each other most of the names that can be printed and all the unprintable ones. In Dorchester, where they mostly hold their quarrels and reunions, the very ash wagons creak with politics.

Last week, in the hot-packed dining room of Young's Hotel, Mr. Fitzgerald made his way to the rostrum where Mr. Curley was making a political oration. Mr. Curley paused, leaned over the rail and offered his hand. Mr. Fitzgerald seized it, shook it, mounted the platform, shook hands again. He began a speech, shook hands again. He continued speaking, shook hands again. He finished speaking, shook hands again. Mr. Fitzgerald then sang "Sweet Adeline" as he always does at emo- tional moments. Mr. Curley applauded. They shook hands (sixth time), for the cameras, and Boston's Democracy was lapped in perfect bliss for the first time since last spring.