On Detroit's tree-shaded Grand Boulevard stands Henry Ford's own hospital, famed for its skillful surgeons, its spacious research laboratories. But when ailing Edsel Bryant Ford stepped through its doors seven weeks ago with his quick, springy stride, nothing could be done for him. So, at 49, Edsel Ford returned to his sprawling grey stone house beside grey Lake St. Clair to await death. Last week it came.

Seven weeks is not long to condition the greatest private industrial empire in the world for the loss of its titular head. But there had been more time than that. When Edsel Ford...

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