Persons who never aspired to acquaintance with the exclusive
residents of Armour now mount with assurance the steps of mansions,
that once were barred against them.
The kitchenette has taken the place of the proud and stately butler
and his competent corps of assistants. The parlor, bedroom and bath has
succeeded the elegant privacy that reigned for a quarter century in the
first few squares east of Main street on the boulevard that took its
name from the wealthy Armour family.
Even the cocky little 1931 Ford coupe has invaded a thoroughfare
once sacred to the matched team hitched before the graceful landau and
the expensive Victoria, Stenographers and salesmen dash up and down
East Armour with the same confidence once enjoyed only by scions of the
rich and powerful.
If only the 1930s newspaper men could see it now.
Comments (0)