When breezy Superintendent Herold C. Hunt first blew into Chicago in 1947, he found himself at the head of just about the sorriest school system in the country. It was riddled with corruption, its buildings were shabby, its textbooks antiquated; 4,000 of its teachers held nothing more than temporary certificates that could be revoked on a politician's whim. Nonteaching jobs were given out as patronage, and the third floor of the administration building was notorious as a distribution center of political plums. Things were so bad that the powerful North Central Association of...
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