The Mayor is held in his sweat room yet with but little prospect of getting out, as the Council moves slowly in such small matters. Yesterday the "East Room" was crowded to overflowing with criminals, witnesses, police, and lawyers, all panting like chickens in a close coop for fresh air, whilst. His Honor puffed and blowed in his confined oyster box, saturated in sweat and suffocated with heated air. Is there no relief for this public functionary and his satellites? Or have the Council resolved to roast them in their own fat, as a deserved punishment for some of their omissions? Is there no remedy for that intolerable nuisance, the "sweat house" in the City Hall?
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