(See front cover) In the cool grey light of dawn S. S. Exilona lay at anchor near Ambrose light ship outside New York Harbor. A coast guard cutter and a bevy of tugs drew near. A passenger, Mrs. Louise Dvorak, stood on deck talking to a white-haired septuagenarian. The old man told her: "This is the first time in 30 years I have returned to New York without some one of my family to meet me.'' "But your son is on one of these boats." "My son is here? Where?" The old...
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