Four years ago, Morton Bauman, son of an unemployed bathing suit salesman, set out from Philadelphia for New York with $40 and the determination to get a college education. He got into New York University by turning over his last $34 as a down payment. He ate at Bernarr Macfadden's 1ยข-a-dish cafeteria and slept in Bowery flophouses. When a bed became a luxury, he slept for four months on park benches. Eventually he found a job as secretary in a settlement house, only to learn that he had contracted tuberculosis. Even then...
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