On Chicago's North Side stands the White Elephant Rummage Shop, a gloomy brownstone repository for the cast off knicknacks of Society. There in an undignified jumble are gilt chairs, slightly nicked, hand painted lamps, ormulu clocks, embossed silverware, picture frames, bronze cupids and napoleons. Back & forth among them move questing vultures: second-hand dealers, boarding house keepers, inquisitive ladies of uncertain age.
Last week the vultures found ripe carrion, a pile of 45 framed etchings at $2 each. They were rather smudgy plates by someone obviously impressed by William Blake, all on the...
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