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A broker is a man who runs your fortune into a shoestring.
Alexander Woollcott
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Alexander Woollcott
Age: 56 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 19
Died: 1943
Died: January 23
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Alexander Humphreys Woollcott
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Babies in silk hats playing with dynamite.
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