In Philadelphia last week, one John B. Bolton, superintendent at John Bromley & Sons, Inc. (laces, carpets) ate his breakfast with a leisureliness that masked a new gusto while Mrs. Bolton methodically sorted soiled clothes for the electric washing machine. Both tried to act as they had regularly done all the years of their marriage. But their red-headed daughter, Eliza May, for three months bedridden with a nervous breakdown, was openly joyful. Now she could go traveling for her health, for Father had just become a millionaire.
John B. Bolton, expert in fabrics,...
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