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...purveyor of false pomp and true drollery, who scored .616. Walter Winchell, Broadway slangman and gossiper, until last week of the tabloid Graphic (see p. 18) scored .790. He was just below dignified, grammatical J. Brooks Atkinson of the Times (.798) who, in turn, ran second to the winner, baldish, bespectacled Robert Littell of the Evening Post (.809).* Prognosticating a play's financial luck has but little to do with that synthesis of taste, dogma and analysis which is dramatic criticism. It is a question of audience psychology, of knowing what will make the playgoing mass guffaw, snivel, clap...
Before Nominee Hoover, read his speech, into the klieglight stepped a thinnish, baldish, nasal gentleman in a big collar, whose reticence and invisibility had been notable if not conspicuous up to that point in the campaign. Ever since the nominations at Kansas City, Vice President Charles Gates Dawes had been a neutral factor in the election which he had once hoped would be won by his friend, Frank Orren Lowden, and in which he would gladly have played a principal part himself. The plan to introduce him as preliminary speaker in Nominee Hoover's big drive for the Brown...
Senator Simeon D. Fess, baldish Ohioan, Harding admirer, Hoover Keynoter, spent time during the week studying and explaining why Hoover would carry New York State. To the embarrassment of non-whispering Republicans he also explained: "This is the first time in history during a national political campaign that we have on one side all of the loose element of morals and on the other the very highest and best of morals...
...last week, a small baldish man named Paul Block announced he had bought the Brooklyn (N. Y.) Standard Union. The price was $1,000,000 or thereabouts. For the Standard Union it was a tidy sum, because for all its 65 years of distinguished history, the paper was losing money at the rate of about $25,000 dollars a month...
President Coolidge ought to be grateful, for the seeming warehouse is really a newspaper office, and the baldish prophet is no obscure, senile wiseacre; he is Arthur Brisbane, able journalist. A machine invented by Thomas Alva Edison listens attentively to Mr. Brisbane's remarks; a respectful secretary transcribes his master's voice into typewritten copy; and the New York American, the Chicago Herald-Examiner, the San Francisco Examiner and many another newspaper owned by Publisher Hearst, to say nothing of some 200 non-Hearst dailies and 800 country weeklies which buy syndicated Brisbane, all publish what Mr. Brisbane...