One day last July after a long session at Pennsylvania R. R.'s general offices in Philadelphia, President William Wallace Atterbury hopped into an automobile to keep an appointment at a suburban hospital. There he underwent a cholelithotomy (removal of gallstones), and for the next few months Mr. Atterbury disappeared from the news, except for persistent reports that he was dying. Certainly he was not at his office. Late last autumn he put his yacht Arminia into Miami, summoned newshawks aboard. "I'm the livest, kickingest person you ever saw," he fumed. "I haven't felt...
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