In the squirearchy of Long Island, no gentleman resides more snugly than Col. Henry Stanley Todd of "The Priory," Dix Hills, Huntington. Onetime president of Universal Turbine Co., a Red Cross and Intelligence Division worker during the War, he is tall, grey-mustached and goateed, a benignant neighbor to Huntington villagers. In the evenings he is fond of calling in his Negro servants for some music—they on their guitars, Col. Todd on his drums. And Col. Todd is by no means an obscure country gentleman. The Pope knows of him. So does the Bishop...
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