Drifters from the sidewalks and the magazine rooms, a few tired shoppers from 42nd Street, earnest students with notebooks and clattering herds of bewildered schoolchildren filed into a long exhibition room of the New York Public Library last week. Sprinkled among this crowd was many a Catholic nun, cowled & coiffed. fluttering gently from case to case or resting quietly on the benches to say a silent prayer for J. Pierpont Morgan who in the goodness of his Protestant heart had unlocked his shelves to let them see some of the greatest...
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