At 1:15 on the sunny afternoon of last June 9, the crowd which swarmed and eddied in & out of the tunnel leading from Chicago's Michigan Boulevard and Randolph Street to the Illinois Central suburban depot, represented a fair cross-section of the human currents passing through any great city.
A policeman in the street was directing traffic eight lines wide. On the corner loitered a small-town policeman out of work, and a medicine show barker. A man who had worked his way through Northwestern University and was now driving a taxi, waited for...
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