The Sugar Age
The jazz club opened on a Tuesday in March of 1922, and by midnight it was the only thing that mattered in all of Manhattan. Jack Morrison—though everyone called him Sugar King now—stood on the stage with a saxophone in his hands and looked out at the crowd. Two thousand children, maybe more, packed into what had once been a Wall Street trading floor. The pews were gone, replaced by velvet...
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