Professor Duquette and I have been critical of Senator Scott Brown, Elizabeth Warren, and their backers crying “hypocrite” at each other. But my real problem with the accusation is it is just so awfully boring. So for some real taunts to get under an opponent’s skin let’s turn to James Michael Curley.*
In his first run for the mayoralty in 1914 Curley called the powerful Democratic City Committee a group of “empty eggshells” and labeled the ward bosses a “collection of chowderheads.” He termed the leading citizens of the Good Government Association “Goo Goos” and business leaders the “State Street wrecking crew.” To Curley the refined Brahmin aristocracy was “clubs of female faddists, old gentlemen with disordered livers, or pessimists croaking over imaginary good old days and ignoring the sunlit present.”
When the incumbent Mayor John “Honey Fitz” Fitzgerald reversed himself and decided to run for re-election, Curley was ready. The challenger knew that Honey Fitz was enjoying the charms of a woman not his wife, the young and lovely “Toodles” Ryan. Did Curley assign the scandal to his press secretary for a discrete leak to a favored news reporter? No, no. He announced that he would deliver a series of lectures including “Great Lovers, from Cleopatra to Toodles.” Fitzgerald dropped out of the race, clearing the path for the election of Curley.
The day after he was sworn in the self-identified “mayor of the people” enraged his Yankee detractors by proposing to sell their beloved Public Garden and employ the funds to buy new public gardens in neighborhoods “more easily accessible to the general public.”
Curley would not be hemmed in by the city’s establishment. He declared that “The day of the Puritan has passed; the Anglo-Saxon is a joke; a new and better America is here.” What Boston needs is “men and mothers of men, not gabbing spinsters and dog-raising matrons in federation assembled.”
Curley was defeated for re-election but he came roaring back in 1922. Ward boss Martin Lomasney put up John R. Murphy, who was endorsed by the Goo Goos. Curley derided Murphy as “an old mustard plaster that has been stuck on the back of the people for fifty years” and was returned to office.
In 1929 Curley ran for a third term against Irish Catholic attorney Frederick Mansfield. To Curley, Mansfield was “as spectacular as a four-day-old codfish and as colorful as a lump of mud.” Curley won again.
James Michael Curley didn’t have an army of communications specialists and consultants, and he topped out at a high school education. But he was a proud attendee of the Staley School, later the Staley College of the Spoken Word. And you have to admit, “clubs of female faddists, [and] old gentlemen with disordered livers” beats “hypocrite” as a political gibe any day.
*Quotations are from Thomas H. O’Connor, The Boston Irish. On Curley and the Staley School, see Jack Beatty, The Rascal King.