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註釋Throughout its many years of operation, the Granite lady was a foreboding temple of mystery. Many children, who passed it on the way to Lincoln School on Fifth Street, stopped to press their faces against the iron fence that surrounded the front of the building. Fascinated, they would stand quietly and listen to the sound of the clinking machinery inside, machinery that would make more money in a day than they would see in all their lifetimes. Often times they would wait and stare at the barred and grimy windows, just waiting for the chance to catch a glimpse of a flaring blast furnace or the gnome-like silhouette of a man at work. Many legends have been repeated about the Granite Lady, some true and some perhaps a figment of peoples vivid imaginations. But all of the stories that are told in this book have been based on factual information that can be found within the many very old, and often deteriorating, leather-bound ledgers that still exist from the Granite Ladys annals. Many of the ledgers contain hand-written text, done in the chief clerks hand, as dictated by the mint superintendent at the time.