In the '80s, Albert Coombs Barnes came out of his South Philadelphia corner fighting.* A poor boy, he worked his way through high school, paid his way through the University of Pennsylvania medical school by playing semi-pro baseball, helped pay for graduate work at the University of Heidelberg by singing in a German beer garden.
At 35, Dr. Barnes was a millionaire, thanks to his development of a bland antiseptic which he named Argyrol. Albert Barnes thereupon went looking for something else worth fighting for.
He found it in modern art. A frustrated artist himself...
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