Great men die and are laid to rest with all the pomp and ceremony due them. Monuments are erected, grim, ugly things, with great names carved in cold, lifeless stone, incompatible above all things with the vitality, the enterprise that made their owners mighty. In August, 1919, a great man died in Manhattan, was given pompous Jewish burial from the Temple Emanuel. He had his monument of stone. Last week his son announced that he would build another memorial, one more worthy of his father. The son is Arthur Hammerstein, famed Manhattan theatrical...
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