"Get your near-beer, folks, get your near-beer before you see the miracle. It's hot back in that there alley."
A hawker had set up his stand in Chicago's Italian quarter where thousands of agitated people were milling about in the street. Small boys pelted the crowd with rocks. A Negro knifed an Italian. Women were fainting. Already the riot squads were on their way, and perspiring traffic cops were trying to reroute automobiles into side streets. "Madre di Dio!" breathed the Italian women, crossing themselves. "Santissima Maria, what a miracle has come to...
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