He was supposed to be one of the ten richest men in the U. S. But when Death came to John Emory Andrus at 93 last week, the best the Press could do was to identify him as the "millionaire straphanger." Indeed the Press never heard of the financier-philanthropist until he was past 60. And then it spotted him, a shy, parsimonious, white-bearded old gentleman, because he always rode the subway to his Manhattan office until he was 86. A few oldsters remembered that the First Citizen of Yonkers, N. Y. had served four...
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