One day last December newshawks discovered Samuel Insull in a suite of offices on the 42nd floor of that famed Insull monument, Chicago's Civic Opera Building. Dressed in cutaway and striped trousers, the white-crested utilitarian was about to take a familiar chair at the head of a long directors' table, carefully laid with pads & pencils. Between puffs on his cigar, Mr. Insull announced that he had nothing to say"yet." But what he was up to was no secret. At 76, he was getting into radio broadcasting (TIME, Jan. 6). Last week the...
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