Mellow firelight flickered about the office of the Secretary of the Treasury one morning last week, dappling its black leather arm chairs, glinting on the glass doors of its bookcases and softening the chill rain that fell outside. Behind his broad mahogany desk sat Andrew William Mellon, his thin patrician face a mask to his own reflections. Around the big room were scattered Treasury newshawks attending what would probably be their last press conference with this shy little man puffing meditatively on a black cigar no bigger...
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