Clemens was really heart and soul in the campaign.  He even joined a procession that marched up Broadway, and he made a speech to a great assemblage at Broadway and Leonard Street, when, as he said, he had been sick abed two days and, according to the doctor, should be in bed then.

But I would not stay at home for a nursery disease, and that’s what I’ve got.  Now, don’t let this leak out all over town, but I’ve been doing some indiscreet eating—­that’s all.  It wasn’t drinking.  If it had been I shouldn’t have said anything about it.

I ate a banana.  I bought it just to clinch the Italian vote for fusion, but I got hold of a Tammany banana by mistake.  Just one little nub of it on the end was nice and white.  That was the Shepard end.  The other nine-tenths were rotten.  Now that little white end won’t make the rest of the banana good.  The nine-tenths will make that little nub rotten, too.

We must get rid of the whole banana, and our Acorn Society is going to do its share, for it is pledged to nothing but the support of good government all over the United States.  We will elect the President next time.

    It won’t be I, for I have ruined my chances by joining the Acorns,
    and there can be no office-holders among us.

There was a movement which Clemens early nipped in the bud—­to name a political party after him.

“I should be far from willing to have a political party named after me,” he wrote, “and I would not be willing to belong to a party which allowed its members to have political aspirations or push friends forward for political preferment.”

In other words, he was a knight-errant; his sole purpose for being in politics at all—­something he always detested—­was to do what he could for the betterment of his people.

He had his reward, for when Election Day came, and the returns were in, the Fusion ticket had triumphed and Tammany had fallen.  Clemens received his share of the credit.  One paper celebrated him in verse: 

Who killed Croker? 
I, said Mark Twain,
I killed Croker,
I, the jolly joker!

Among Samuel Clemens’s literary remains there is an outline plan for a “Casting-Vote party,” whose main object was “to compel the two great parties to nominate their best man always.”  It was to be an organization of an infinite number of clubs throughout the nation, no member of which should seek or accept a nomination for office in any political appointment, but in each case should cast its vote as a unit for the candidate of one of the two great political parties, requiring that the man be of clean record and honest purpose.