Bluff, white-haired John Markle, coal man, chewing a fat cigar, sat at a luncheon table in the Waldorf-Astoria last week, heard Charles Michael Schwab say: "John Markle, you stand for my ideal of American manhood. . . . You have always tried to appear as a roughneck sort of fellow but beneath your rugged exterior I know there is a heart of the finest gold."
Mr. Markle then heard himself eulogized in an address given by the Rev. Malcolm J. MacLeod, of the Collegiate Church of St. Nicholas.
Then John Markle rose from...
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