One January day in 1919, the 83-year-old publisher of the Portland Oregonian, ten days ill with grippe, had himself carried to the east bay of his grey stone mansion on Portland's Imperial Heights, to look once more across the city where he had made his fortune. As the late winter sunshine streamed through the window, Henry Lewis Pittock knew that his time was short, knew that his keenest regret was to leave to other hands the great daily he had founded 58 years before. Next night he died, and Portlanders learned that his $7,894,778.33...
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