POLITICAL NOTES: Chicago Hero

As it must to all men, Death came last week to Patrick J. ("Paddy") Carr, 46.

Two weeks before the hour of his death, "Paddy" Car smiled the smile of a big and happy Irishman, as he listened to the returns that elected him Sheriff of Cook County (Chicago) by a plurality of 125,000, the largest given to any Democrat on the ticket. And then suddenly his smile twisted into agony—sharp, devastating pain arose within him. The doctors said: "Ulcers of the stomach." In the Mercy Hospital "Paddy" Carr suffered, writhed and dreamed. Perhaps he visioned a spunky newsboy laughing in spite of the stench sf the Union Stock Yards, a lumber shover on a schooner coming up; the Chicago River, a sidewalk inspector with ambition, an alderman whose jokes were understandable, a county treasurer who did not annoy the people, a sheriff-elect who was dying. . . .

A funeral procession, five miles long, rumbled solemnly behind the corpse of "Paddy" Carr, beloved hero of the sidewalks of Chicago.