Again, Vanderbilt
Pressmen one morning last week sought out a certain Philadelphia hotel bedroom to which they were instantly admitted. The bed was snowed under with newspapers, and amid them sat a young man in blue and white pajamas, whiffing energetically at an after-breakfast cigaret. The reporters bowed deferentially, for this was one of the few species of humanity that reporters respect—a talented member of their own calling, a reporter risen to publisher.
It was tense, wiry Cornelius ("Neelie") Vanderbilt Jr. The Manhattan prints on his bed said that he was just back from...