In Denver, they have buried the hatchet, brought out the peace dove, shaken hands, spoken words of mutual praise, given up things for the common weal.
Who buried the hatchet? One party is Fred G. Bonfils, sometime gambler, fighter, and more recently philanthropist, who is proud to say that his grandfather (surnamed Buonfiglio) was a cousin of Napoleon Bonaparte. When the West was a gold brick, Mr. Bonfils bounced about until he profited $800,000 in the Little Louisiana Lottery. Then he ran into a garrulous bartender named H. H. Tammen and they bought a newspaper, the Denver Post, with which they fattened...
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