Twenty years ago, high up over Wall Street, an early-bird office boy named Martin Block used to tear a page off Owen D. Young's calendar every morning, turn on the office ozone machine, then listen to earfuls of advice (8:55 to 9) from the big boss himself. Nowadays Martin Block, the dapper $50,000-a-year impresario, prizes that advice highly. "I had better than a college education," he reflects. "I had five minutes a day, six days a week, two and a half years with Owen D. Young."
But Martin Block decided that there must be better rackets than tearing off Mr. Young's calendar....
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