Where Death stalked last week in Indiana, Wisconsin, Michigan and Illinois, he lacked his usual retinue. Gone from their mortuary parlors were the head morticians. They had entrusted to their apprentices and assistants the silk hats and sleek black coats which they, of all men, are sure to wear on weekdays. They, the master embalmers, had flocked in holiday host to the offices of the Chicago Casket Co. to discuss this whole business of snatching a living from the grave.
There were hearty handshakes, clammy as trout, warm as buns. Old friends wandered among the...
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