Great was the commotion in San Francisco harbor last week as the Dollar liner President Pierce glided in through the Golden Gate from the Orient. Whistles screamed. Bands blared. Flags flew. Warped into Pier 44, she was quickly boarded by octogenarian Shipowner Robert Dollar who hurried about looking for an erect, spare, tropic-tanned man. He found him on deck, carrying a tightly rolled silk umbrella, and gave him a tremendous handshake which carried with it the welcome of the whole U.S. The browned voyager was none other than Henry Lewis Stimson, returning...
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