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Just to reassure himself, City Editor William Donald Maxwell got the fireworks company on the phone. "Tell me," he pleaded, anxiously chomping a long cigar. "I don't care if you're spending five thousand bucks or 15 thousand. But are you sure this is going to be the damnedest fireworks show anybody ever saw, anyplace?"
"Yessir," came the answer. "Damnedest fireworks show anybody ever saw, anyplace."
Don Maxwell knew it had better be. His awesome and exacting employer, Colonel Robert Rutherford McCormick, was sparing neither money, manpower nor gunpowder to make his Chicago...
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