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name," and my father said, "What is American for my 

 name?" The judge said, "It's Miller." My fathers 

 name was Moeller. Father said to change it to an 

 American name, Miller. 



He then worked his way to Chicago and there met 

 my mother, fell in love with her, married her, and 

 they immediately proceeded to get themselves ostra- 

 cized and cut off — she had married beneath her 

 station. They said, "Well, the heck with the folks 

 in the old country, we'll make our own way." Mother 

 then went to work as an artist in the Marshall Field 

 store in Chicago, and Father went to work as street- 

 car horseman — on other words, he drove a horse for 

 a streetcar on Halstead Street, one of the longest 

 streets in Chicago and in the world, and they put 

 their money away in a bank. Unfortunately, the 

 Cleveland administration had a very severe panic and 

 at that time the bank busted and the folks saved seven 

 cents on the dollar on their money. They packed what 

 few things they had, and me, as a babe in arms — I 

 was born in Chicago September the 15th, 1893* Soon 

 thereafter, 1894, they took me to the little island, 



