A letter in your September/October issue was illustrated with a photograph of a White Tower restaurant and the caption made mention of nickel hamburgers.
That wasn’t all! In 1932 my job (at $95 per month) with Container Corporation of America was within three blocks of a White Tower. When I wasn’t brown-bagging my lunch, I ate there—three hamburgers, a piece of apple pie, and a glass of milk—all at five cents each! Even a twenty-fivecent lunch seemed, at the time, like splurging.