On a bright spring morning in 1913, the shades of the many windows of the third floor corner suite of the Grand Hotel, Rome, were pulled down. Passing tourists knew that behind the shades lay John Pierpont Morgan, dead.
Last week dozens of millions of newspaper-tourists were permitted to tramp freely through, over and around the House of Morgan. Most of them, as ignorant of finance as they are of art, knew little more when the trip was over than when it began. But many thousands—and especially those who were themselves minor financiers— were able for the first time to...
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