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...DAPHNE BOVARD...
...fisted, crusading record has the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Back in 1883, four years after the late, great Joseph Pulitzer created it, Managing Editor John A. Cockerill shot and killed a man who called the Post-Dispatch a gang of blackmailers. Under famed Managing Editor Oliver Kirby ("O. K.") Bovard, who retired two years ago, the Post-Dispatch tore into municipal corruption whenever it could be found, in 1937 won a Pulitzer Prize for exposing election frauds. Last week the Post-Dispatch was again in the fray...
...Bovard's successor is a 6 ft. 4 in., 235-Ib. Missourian named Benjamin Harrison Reese. Editor Reese has just one aim in life: to see that the Post-Dispatch lives up to its reputation his predecessors gave it. In that ambition he is backed by two fighting Irish henchmen: ruddy Editorial Editor Ralph Coghlan, sandy-haired Cartoonist Daniel Robert Fitzpatrick...
What made O. K. Bovard a great editor was his inflexible integrity. When Bovard ordered his most famous correspondent, Paul Y. Anderson,* to stop writing for The Nation four years ago, that hardhitting reporter took the order in good part, ridiculed the suggestion "that interests which I have treated none too tenderly" had finally caught up with his boss: "Don't believe a word of it. The Post-Dispatch cannot be 'reached'-I have seen that tried often enough to know." In a gregarious profession, Bovard's aloofness has become a legend. To keep his objectivity...
...significant national and international developments ; detailed exposés of economic, religious, racial repression, written by reporters who knew their stories would get into print. Most spectacular example of his editorial discretion was his iron refusal to accept the news of the Armistice that turned out to be false. Bovard was always calm, never lost control of his emotions. Once his star rewrite man got a big story just before the deadline, became so nervous that his fingers froze. Bovard walked over to his typewriter and remarked: "Take your time, old fellow, you've got two minutes...