One day last week Father Divine, whose spiritual followers love to press their money on him, sent seven of his faithful flock from Philadelphia to Newark to buy the 300-room Riviera Hotel. It was a simple process. The seven loaded seven battered suitcases full of five, ten and twenty dollar bills, took them on the train, lugged their burdens seven blocks from the station to the Federal Trust Company. There they set their bags down and asked Federal's astonished bankers for a $550,000 treasurer's check.
There were certain delays. The delegation was asked, with horror, why...
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