They've hung everything on me except the Chicago fire.
I am going to St. Petersburg, Florida, tomorrow. Let the worthy citizens of Chicago get their liquor the best they can. I'm sick of the job-it's a thankless one and full of grief. I've been spending the best years of my life as a public benefactor.
It's a racket. Those stock market guys are crooked.
They can't collect legal taxes from illegal money.
Public service is my motto.
When I sell liquor, it's bootlegging. When my patrons serve it on a silver tray on Lakeshore Drive, it's hospitality.