Back to his editorial desk went Samuel Sidney McClure. He had not sat there since 1912, when he turned over the magazine that bears his name to Publisher Frederick L. Collins. The 13 years that had passed had been years of trouble for McClure's, aching years of middle age, of famine amidst plenty, of dieting and forced feeding at the hands of three rejuvenators in turn. Now the master was back, the earnest, wrinkled man with solicitude in his heart and a healing touch in his fingertips....
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