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A few minutes after 8 on weekday mornings, a sturdy and businesslike man with rimless spectacles and iron-grey hair strides into the School Administration Building in the heart of Denver and heads for Room 212. Superintendent of Schools Kenneth Oberholtzer usually has a cheery "good morning" for anyone he meets on the way. And if he notices that either his secretary, Miss Cordier, or his receptionist, Mrs. Hendryson, has the sniffles, he invariably stops to commiserate and give a little advice on cold remedies. But last week, affable Superintendent Oberholtzer was...
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