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The silver-maned, bush-mustached old lion of a man had barely stepped out on the promenade deck when the New York press was upon him. "O.K., Dr. Schweitzer!" shouted the photographers. "Stand over there . . . now look this waythis way . . . Hey, Mr. Schweitzer, wave will-yawith the hand, see? ... O.K., let's make him walk down the deck . . . Hey, Mr. Schweitzer!"
The Nieuw Amsterdam nudged its way slowly through New York Harbor, and 74-year-old Dr. Albert Schweitzer faced the crouching semicircle around him like an indulgent...
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