In the cold dawn of March 4, 1897, a freight train drew into the city of Washington. Two dirty, shivering, hungry young hoboes hopped off the bumpers and began to wear out the pavements of the Capital. One of them tried to cash a check for $15. He was indignantly refused, although he explained that his father was a judge in Pittsburgh and he was a freshman at Princeton. The two hungry boys walked up to a well-dressed man in the street. He smiled when he saw them and grinned when they told...
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