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A courtly old man, swaddled in topcoat and business suit against the late summer chill, walked into Boisvert's Barbershop on Cottage Street in the resort town of Bar Harbor, Me., trailed by his chauffeur. He had not phoned ahead for an appointment; nor had he, like many of the wealthy summer residents of Mount Desert* Island, sent the chauffeur down after working hours to bring one of the barbers back to his mansion. "Mr. Rockefeller," Barber Jim Corbett likes to tell his friends "just comes on in and takes his chances."...
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