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"Stamp collectors!" someone would answer and thenewcomer would join the silent group staring in amaze-ment at the enormous queues waiting for the doors ofGrand Central Palace to open.
Yes, stamp collectors! Little ones and big ones, smallboys and aged women, millionaires and street urchins —stamp collectors all. Before the week had passed twohundred and fifty thousand of them had filled GrandCentral Palace to its eaves from early morning to teno'clock at night. They were all there to attend the Cen-tenary International Philatelic Exhibition. The hotelswere crammed, restaurants could not handle the crowdsawaiting to eat, stores of every description saw theirstocks depleted beyond belief. It was a bonanza. As onerestaurateur said, "I've seen plenty of crowds at the'Palace' but this beats anything I've ever known!" |
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