Harry J. Karafin glittered when he walked the streets of Philadelphia, the perfect personification of the man who had risen from rags to riches. In 1939, when he was 24, he started newspapering as an $18-a-week copy boy for the Philadelphia Inquirer. He was promoted to clerk, then to reporter. Harry had nerve. He dug. He probed. He was brassy, tough, cocky. Harry had pull at city hall. With the help of a former assistant district attorney, he browsed freely through confidential files in the D.A.'s office to get leads for his...
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