Hulking, whisper-voiced Sherman Hoar Bowles, 56, is a big man in Springfield. Mass. As lantern-jawed as his cousin Chester, he is a successful publisher, the head of Atlas Tack Corp., a real-estate operator, a dabbler in airlines—and a man who thrives on trouble. He has been sued by the Treasury for gold-hoarding, pursued by squads of tax collectors, stalked by labor unions. All have found him a baffling adversary, but an affable one.
Like three generations of Bowleses (all named Sam) before him, shrewd Sherman runs the venerable Springfield Republican (est. 1824, now the...
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