I have always thought of Helen Gurley Brown as the female version of a Horatio Alger hero—the American dream of a self-made woman.
The candidate who is accused of instigating class warfare seems like she has stepped out of a Horatio Alger story.
In 1996, he was enshrined in the Horatio Alger Association.
He was a man, Horatio, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
By dint of will, intelligence, and luck he had risen, Horatio Alger-like, from an impoverished and brutal childhood.
The two ladies helped their father, Mr. Horatio Mugg, in his toy store.
The old lady, content to have the wayward Horatio committed to any sort of church-going, made slight objection.
There were signs of an increasing financial stringency about Horatio.
That and the church and Josephine quite filled all the corners of Horatio's simple being.
"Miss Bol'var, yo' pa in de 'ception room waitin' fo' to see yo', Miss," announced Horatio.
