Even Charles Atlas Dies

Even Charles Atlas DiesHow well I remember Captain Hatfield, U.S.M.C., the day he came down to the dock at Bluefields on the Atlantic coast of Nicaragua to see me off on the steamer to New York. He offered me his final words of advice and pressed on me his cashmere English overcoat--because it would be cold up there, he said. He walked with me down the gangplank and then clasped my hand in a long, firm handshake as I was about to step into the launch. As we motored out to meet the steamer on the...