I miss the old days, when a small, gallant band of Chicago aldermen put up a fight against their mayor. They didn’t get anything done, either, but it was much more entertaining.

Take, for example, the city council meeting of April 6, 1973. “Squabbles disrupt Council,” the front-page headline screamed in the Tribune the next day. “Daley, foes swap barbs.”

That Daley, of course, was Richard J. Daley, Richard M.’s father. Like the son, old-man Daley always got his way—but unlike the son, or his son’s successor, he often had to shout down a half-dozen independents. Or cut off their mikes.