Off the S.S. Exeter, which brought his France-loving sister Anne back to Manhattan, charged Banker J. P. Morgan. Passing a phalanx of photographers, he roared: "Out of the way, you devils." One photographer popped his flash (see cut), ducked, apologized: "I'm sorry I have to do this, Mr. Morgan." Snorted Banker Morgan: "Why the hell do you have to?"
From pink-haired Amateurophant Major Edward Bowes's $38,000 Chrysler, while it stood in a Manhattan garage, thieves snaffled six gold spoons, six gold cocktail forks, twelve gold-rimmed cocktail and sherbet glasses in Dirigold containers, two gold corkscrews, a fox robe, a jade-handled cigaret lighter....
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