On the stage of Manhattan's New Amsterdam Theatre which a few weeks ago held pop-eyed Eddie Cantor and the spangled chorus girls of Whoopee, stood portly President Nicholas Murray Butler of Columbia University. A play was about to begin; he asked the audience to remain seated after the performance. When the curtain rose, a slender, honev-haired girl was discovered at the mercy of international swindlers who coveted a package of letters in her possession. But the swindlers were not to prevail, for soon an amazingly lean, dignified, taciturn gentleman appeared to help...
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