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Once there was a pudgy-faced newsboy on Chicago's West Side. His name was William Lorimer. His tactics were questionable but he moved fast-bootblack, sign painter, street car conductor, "boss" of Chi- cago Republicanism, banker, U. S. Senator. The higher he rose, the fatter he grew and the more crooked became his methods. In 1912 the Senate ejected him for having obtained his seat by bribery. In 1914 his La Salle Street Trust and Savings Bank crashed; seven years later he was put in jail because the Government found his banking schemes fraudulent...
...coffee and packages of flour and chocolate pushed across its surface, John Shedd did up his parcel, tool: the customer's coin, and stood waiting for his boss (who was usually occupied elsewhere) to come and get the change out of the cash-drawer. Time was wasted; customers grew impatient. One day a woman make an urgent petition...
...later life Henry Frick, never a talkative man, said: "Success simply calls for hard work and devotion to your business, day and night." He grew old in that one trite and silly sentence. Looking back at youth, he could only see the smolder of coke fires, hear the tinny strum of a trolley going into a mine, hard work, devotion. No one can say that Frick did not work hard. No one can say that he might not have been successful with no luck at all. But the fact remains that, in the panic of 1873, a lot of Pennsylvania...
...asked her. "Surely to begin a fiftieth anniversary tour-?" "Vy not?" Ernestine Schumann Hemk had answered. Should she go back to Europe, to Gratz where she had given her first formal concert at the age of fifteen? Should she go back to the little Austrian town where she grew up, the homely, hard-working child of a Bohemian soldier and an Italian mother? To be sure she had earned her first money there playing dance tunes on a tinkly piano in an old restaurant where the peasants gathered on holidays. Ninety-six cents, she had made in just one evening...
...thatch of Grover Cleveland Alexander is streaked with white, lines crease his broad face. In the world series of 1915 he pitched for Philadelphia. This year, cast adrift by Chicago for his roistering ways, he has brought the gospel of Ponce de Leon to St. Louis. He grew stronger as the afternoon wore on. In the third inning his teammates began to hit Shocker, the Yankee pitcher. Score: St. Louis, 6; New York...