As a man already dedicated to a lifetime of playing Dixie on the human spine, slim, soft-spoken Victor Meyers gave little thought to worldly matters during 1921; at that point he was about to graduate from the Riley School of Chiropractic in Washington, D.C., and to go forth seeking his first sacroiliac. Consequently, when a fraternity brother named Bert offered to wise him up, he listened appreciatively. "You ought to move to Virginia," said Bert. "They don't pay any federal taxes over there. You only have to pay 'em if you live...
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