§ 109 “A Rose by Any Other Name...”
At a closely contested municipal election in New York the Tammany ticket seemed in grave danger. Accordingly steps were taken. Scarcely had the polls opened when a group of trained and experienced repeaters marched into a down-town voting place.
“What name?” inquired the election clerk of the leader of the squad, who was red-haired and freckled and had a black eye. The young gangster glanced down at a slip of paper in his hand to refresh his memory.
“Isadore Mendelheim,” he said then.
“That’s not your real name, and you know it!” said a suspicious challenger for the reform ticket.
“It is me name,” said the repeater, “and I’m goin’ to vote under it—see?”
From down the line came a voice:
“Don’t let that guy bluff you, Casey. Soitin’ly your name is Mendelheim!”