Pity the poor soul who’s doing PR these days for John Coleman, the owner of Washington’s Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Must be something like trying to get toothpaste back in the tube. First came a front-page story in The Washington Post saying, in so many words, that Coleman’s creditors consider him a deadbeat deluxe. Then came another blast of bad ink in
ONE FROSTY DAWN in November 1934, 500,000 World War I veterans rolled out of their blankets in the pine barrens around the Civilian Conservation Corps camp at Elkridge, Maryland. The brassy bugle notes of “Assembly” hurried them to the camp’s parade ground, where, mounted on a white steed and surrounded by his staff, they found their leader, Major General