In faded gilt, on the wooden facades of turnpike hotels, and on the signs of gloomy but unclosed saloons near the dockyards and railway stations of cities, one still encounters the words "EHRET'S BEER ON DRAUGHT." Last week George Ehret, 92, died in Manhattan of pneumonia. He left $40,000,000.
George Ehret had kindly little eyes and a wedge-shaped bald head, spreading out at the neck. His stiff collars, always too big for him, were immense, low and broad; he tucked the ends of his black bow tie up under the flaps of his collar....
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