"Fortunately, nothing can stop a book whose time has come. Mike Royko, Chicago's most incisive & impertinent journalist since Finley Peter Dunne, has produced such a work. It is an occasion for celebration...It is a stunning portrait of a clod, his resistable rise, & fortuitousness; of that psychic frontier where the man leaves off & the Machine begins. Daley's pomp & presence are a tribute to doggedness, good bookkeeping &, most important, being around."--Studs Terkel, NY Times Book Review, 4/4/71
"Fortunately, nothing can stop a book whose time has come. Mike Royko, Chicago's most incisive & impertinent journalist since Finley Peter Dunne, has produced such a work. It is an occasion for celebration...It is a stunning portrait of a clod, his resistable rise, & fortuitousness; of that psychic frontier where the man leaves off & the Machine begins. Daley's pomp & presence are a tribute to doggedness, good bookkeeping &, most important, being around."--Studs Terkel, NY Times Book Review, 4/4/71