Early one morning last week, in front of the Postoffice Building at West Palm Beach, Fla., anxious and excited blackmen stood in uneasy groups, scratched woolly nobs, scuffed broken-toed shoes. The night before, Darktown had heard a rumor, caught it up, passed it on like the sweeping flame of a forest fire; the Government was "going broke!" In ten days, six banks had failed;* the Government had deposited postal receipts in banks; all thrifty blackmen had dollars in postal savings. Two hours later when the doors opened, thousands of blackmen shoved to get...
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