Lieut. Arthur Lewis can be an exacting critic. As he leafs through a children's coloring book, his mustache twitches, and his eyebrows collide in a scowl. But now, Lewis turns to three small girls standing in front of him, a smile on his face, and pronounces their efforts superb. As a reward, the young artists receive three quarters apiece, enough for each girl to buy a "poor man's" sandwich at Harold's Chicken Shack. In most parts of America, this qualifies as an after-school snack. Here, on the South Side of Chicago, it's dinner.
Suddenly, any impression that Lewis may be running...
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