The Campaign That Named the Dead
The first ad was supposed to be simple. Harold Prentiss sat at his drafting table on the fourteenth floor of the Barton & Crane building on Madison Avenue, a half-empty bottle of Canadian Club in the bottom drawer and a deadline twenty-two hours away, and tried to think of something that would make people buy life insurance. The office smelled of cigarette smoke and typewriter ribbon and the...
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