The Given Day
Contents ( 59)
- Dennis Lehane
- The Given Day
- CAST OF CHARACTERS
- BABE RUTH in OHIO
- PROLOGUE
- The MILK RUN
- CHAPTER one
- CHAPTER two
- CHAPTER three
- CHAPTER four
- CHAPTER five
- CHAPTER six
- CHAPTER seven
- CHAPTER eight
- CHAPTER nine
- CHAPTER ten
- CHAPTER eleven
- BABE RUTH and the
- WORKERS REVOLUTION
- CHAPTER twelve
- WORKING CLASS
- CHAPTER thirteen
- CHAPTER fourteen
- CHAPTER fifteen
- CHAPTER sixteen
- CHAPTER seventeen
- CHAPTER eighteen
- CHAPTER nineteen
- CHAPTER twenty
- CHAPTER twenty-one
- CHAPTER twenty-two
- CHAPTER twenty-three
- BABE RUTH and the WHITE BALL
- CHAPTER twenty-four
- CHAPTER twenty-five
- RED SUMMER
- CHAPTER twenty-six
- CHAPTER twenty-seven
- CHAPTER twenty-eight
- CHAPTER twenty-nine
- CHAPTER thirty
- CHAPTER thirty-one
- BABE RUTH and the
- SUMMER SWOON
- CHAPTER thirty-two
- The BOSTON POLICE STRIKE
- CHAPTER thirty-three
- CHAPTER thirty-four
- CHAPTER thirty-five
- CHAPTER thirty-six
- CHAPTER thirty-seven
- CHAPTER thirty-eight
- CHAPTER thirty-nine
- The BABE GOES SOUTH
- CHAPTER forty
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Dennis Lehane
- Copyright

Dennis Lehane
The Given Day
for Angie, my home
When Jesus comes a calling, she said,
He’s coming ’round the mountain on a train.
—JOSH RITTER, “Wings”
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Luther Laurence—houseman, athlete
Lila Waters Laurence—Luther’s wife
Aiden “Danny” Coughlin—Boston police officer
Captain Thomas Coughlin—Danny’s father
Connor Coughlin—Danny’s brother, assistant district attorney, Suffolk County
Joe Coughlin—Danny’s youngest brother
Ellen Coughlin—Danny’s mother
Lieutenant Eddie McKenna—Danny’s godfather
Nora O’Shea—domestic help for the Coughlin household
Avery Wallace—domestic help for the Coughlin household
Babe Ruth—baseball player, Boston Red Sox
Stuffy McInnis—Ruth’s teammate
Johnny Igoe—Ruth’s agent
Harry Frazee—owner, Boston Red Sox
Steve Coyle—Danny Coughlin’s patrol partner
Claude Mesplede—alderman of the Sixth Ward
Patrick Donnegan—boss of the Sixth Ward
Isaiah and Yvette Giddreaux—heads of Boston chapter of the NAACP
“Old” Byron Jackson—head of the bellmen’s union, Hotel Tulsa
Deacon Skinner Broscious—gangster, Tulsa
Dandy and Smoke—enforcers for Deacon Broscious
Clarence Jessup “Jessie” Tell—numbers runner, Luther’s friend, Tulsa
Clayton Tomes—houseman, friend of Luther’s, Boston
Mrs. DiMassi—Danny Coughlin’s landlady
Frederico and Tessa Abruzze—Danny’s neighbors
Louis Fraina—head of the Lettish Workingman’s Society
Mark Denton—Boston Police Department patrolman, union organizer
Rayme Finch—agent, Bureau of Investigation
John Hoover—lawyer, Department of Justice
Samuel Gompers—president of the American Federation of Labor
Andrew J. Peters—mayor of Boston
Calvin Coolidge—governor of Massachusetts
Stephen O’Meara—Boston police commissioner until December 1918
Edwin Upton Curtis—O’Meara’s successor as Boston police commissioner
Mitchell Palmer—attorney general of the United States
James Jackson Storrow—Boston power broker, former president of General Motors
BABE RUTH in OHIO

PROLOGUE
Due to travel restrictions placed on major league baseball by the War Department, the World Series of 1918 was played in September and split into two home stands. The Chicago Cubs hosted the first three games, with the final four to be held in Boston. On September 7, after the Cubs dropped game three, the two teams boarded a Michigan Central train together to embark on the twenty-seven-hour trip, and Babe Ruth got drunk and started stealing hats.
They’d had to pour him onto the train in the first place. After the game, he’d gone to a house a few blocks east of Wabash where a man could find a game of cards, a steady supply of liquor, and a woman or two, and if Stuffy McInnis hadn’t known where to look for him, he would have missed the trip home.
As it was, he puked off the rear of the caboose as the train chugged out of Central Station at a little after eight in the evening and wound its way past the stockyards. The air was woolen with smoke and the stench of butchered cattle, and Ruth was damned if he could find a star in the black sky. He took a pull from his flask and rinsed the vomit from his mouth with a gargle of rye and spit it over the iron rail and watched the spangle of Chicago’s skyline rise before him as he slid away from it. As he often did when he left a place and his body was leaden with booze, he felt fat and orphaned.