As befits its sacred charge, the U.S.
Treasury is a sedate and solemn place, seldom troubled by the clink of coinage, the rustle of greenbacks, or the hoarse cry of greed. But last week the august halls reverberated with so much clinking, rustling, shouting and shoving that the Secret Service had to be called out to handle the situation.
The basic cause of all the excitement was the silver dollar. None have been minted since 1935, and the supply has been dwindling enough to bring a new sound to Las Vegas: in casino after casino the muted click of plastic chips...
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