The Soap That Contains a Man
In the winter of 1954, Robert Whitfield sat in his office on the twenty-third floor of the Fuller Building on Madison Avenue and stared at a blank sheet of layout paper. The brief was for Ivory Soap — the floating soap, the ninety-nine-and-forty-four-one-hundredths-percent-pure soap, the soap his mother had used and her mother before her, a brand so old and so settled in the American...
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