New York City's little Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia jammed his hat on his stubby stubborn head, and flew west. At Chicago last week he descended to do a little troubleshooting. At lunch in the Hotel Sherman he sat down with 700 advertising men. At his left he had Mayor Kelly, who had a World's Fair at home five years ago; at his right he had Charles G. Dawes, whose brother Rufus successfully financed Chicago's Fair. Little Fiorello's job was to convince them all that New York's is a lot better. Said he:
"Don't believe these...
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