Twenty-nine years ago a hawk-eyed, heavy-bearded man strode into the Hartford Hotel, Hartford City, Ind., registered, and went to work for a local paper mill. There he remained, a fixture. Reticent, he won friends by his quiet humor. But he never had any intimates, and no kin ever visited him in his solitary bachelor apartment. Hartford City got to know and respect him as George D. Stevens, who one day became an executive of the paper mill, Fort Wayne Corrugated Paper Co.
As an increasingly prominent citizen, quiet George Stevens joined the Rotary Club, the Elks Lodge, the Masonic Blue Lodge...
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