As it must to all men, Death came to Rudolph Valentino, sheik.
Sitting in his apartment at the Hotel Ambassador, Manhattan, last week, he suddenly clapped a hand to his side, fainted. Taken to the Polyclinic Hospital, he was operated on for appendicitis, gastric ulcers. Over the wires of the world buzzed the news. At the hospital door bushels of flowers arrived. Two extra operators were detailed to the telephone switchboard to answer calls concerning Mr. Valentino. (When a rumor that he was dead circulated, the calls came at the rate of 2,000 an...
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