Old men sat around in their clubs, drinking their whiskeys and sodas. Every now and then, someone would stride to the ticker and a chorus would call "What's the news?" The news was invariably bad, but the old gentlemen were always more hopeful after another whiskey and soda.
Outside in the streets, crowds surged restlessly in front of great sign boards. Newspaper offices were besieged. Thousands upon thousands of tympanic membranes were clamped to the receiver ends of thousands of radio sets. Telephones and. telegraphs buzzed and tapped. In the distance, Big...
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