Scranton had fallen on evil days. Anthracite had once been king in the Lackawanna Valley, but the king was dead. Hard coal diggings had scarred Scranton's hills and undermined its streets; the exhausted mines threatened to cave in the whole economy of the polyglot community among the culm dumps of Northeastern Pennsylvania. Even the war had given Scranton only a cardboard security.
But with the arrival of peace Scranton's 140,000 citizens, unwilling to accept a ghost city in a deserted valley, decided to bet a chunk of solid cash on a new...
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