They were not a promising group. One was a young man employed part-time as cook in a Coffee Pot. Another was an ex-broker who feared he was going mad. Another was a stranded high-school boy; another, a jobless secretary; another, a young cripple.
The Coffee Pot cook produced a study of morning sunlight filtering through a great tree in Central Park which a metropolitan art dealer snapped up. The ex-broker found peace in sculpture, modeled a striking bust of a jut-jawed, middle-aged tycoon. The secretary painted a smiling portrait...
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