From the 47th floor of Manhattan's Chanin Building and the top floor of St. Louis' Rialto Building, two migrations were in progress last week with a common destination: Chicago. Famed and farflung Aviation Corp. and its operating subsidiary. American Airways, were on their way to the Kingdom of Cord, and the hardbitten little man who would henceforth rule them undisputed could grin more satisfiedly than ever at the 14 years that have passed since he was selling Moon autos in an agency on lower Michigan Avenue.
In 1931, having whipped together a quick...
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