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fared no better than on the previous occasion. I tried to speak to
Huntington on the telephone, but I only succeeded in speaking to
a telephone-girl and she told me that he was busy
"Please tell Mr. Huntington I have a job to close out, a
seventeen-dollar garment for seven fifty."
"Mr. Huntington is busy."
At this moment it seemed to me that all talk of American liberty
was mere cant
I asked the manager of the hotel at which I was stopping to give
me a letter of introduction to him, and received a polite no for an
answer. I discovered the restaurant where Huntington was in the
habit of taking lunch and I went there for my next noon-hour meal
for the purpose of asking him for an interview. I knew him by
sight, for I had seen him twice in New York, so when he walked
into the restaurant there was a catch at my heart. He was a spare
little man with a face, mustache, and hair that looked as though he
had just been dipped in a pail of saffron paint. He was
accompanied by another man. I was determined first to let him
have his lunch and then, on his way out, to accost him.
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