James W. Corrigan, 47, genuinely liked for his openhandedness, his exuberance, his loyalty to friends and his able management of the Corrigan-McKinney Steel Co., went two weeks ago to a game of bowls at the Cleveland Athletic Club. At the club building he grasped a bronze door handle, staggered, dropped to one knee, pulled himself upright. Half inside the door he collapsed. The heavy door slammed upon himdead of heart failure.
It was quickly assumed that his wife, who had battled her way to the top of London society, would now top the tenth...
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