One day last week Edward Martin Jr., who is 17 and has trouble getting his scaf-foldy six-foot frame into a skimpy Western Union messenger uniform, got the thrill of his life. Summoned to the private railroad car of the President of the U. S., on a siding in Philadelphia, he was met by Secretary Stephen Early, who gave him a $10 bill, and a plain silver wrist watch, with instructions to get the crystal fixed. On its back was inscribed: "F. D. R., 1917."
Through Philadelphia streets flew Edward with a police...
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