Philip Dru: Administrator; A Story of Tomorrow, 1920-1935

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such a generous way, he received many offers to wri

ds do something to meet his living expenses, for during the months of his inacti

over a small hardware store in the East Side tenement district. He thought of getting in one of the big, evil-smelling tenement houses so that he

not so much to give individual help as to formula

to devote his life to bettering. So the clean little roo

ad lived in that neighborhood for many years, and Philip found them

gh, and his landlord occupied all of the second

ere kind-hearted and sympathetic, they seldom permitted their sympathy to encroach upon their purse, but this Philip knew

uded bookbinding in a small way. They were self-educated and widely read. Their customers were largely among the gentiles and for a long time the

, the son of a high official was killed. No one knew how he became involved in the brawl, for he was a sober, high-minded youngster, and very popular. Just how he wa

ts wake. No Jew that could be found was spared. Saul Levinsky was sitting in his shop looking over some books that had just come from the binder. He heard shots in the distance and the dull, angry roar of the hoarse-voiced mob. He c

ated and then rammed in the door. It was all over in a moment. Father, mother and chil

e, and when little Ben reached his home

mother and baby sister, and then he swooned away. When he awoke he was shivering with cold. For a moment he did not

eep. In the morning an itinerant tinker came by and touched by the child's distress, drew from him his unh

take too long to tell in sequence how they finally reached America, of the tinker's death, and