Word: boye
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...onetime clothing workers union official (now in the textile-shrinking business), and Irving (Isadore) Penn, 42, royalties manager for G. Schirmer, Inc., music publishers. A jolly homebody with no interest outside of his family (wife & two children), music publishing (he was up to $4,200-a-year from office boy after 22 years) and the New York Giants. Mr. Penn stood 5 ft. 8 in., weighed 240 lb.; Mr Orlovsky, 5 ft. 6 in., 260 lb. Each used to leave home for work about...
Henry Clews was a poor little rich boy turned artist. Born and bred in a big Manhattan house, son of an English-born international banker, Henry went through the regular paces of an idle and talented young man. He tried his hand at Wall Street and at playwriting, married, divorced and remarried, turned to the expensive indoor sport of sculpture. He put on seven shows, drew from the puzzled critics only such faint praise as "decadent, exotic, bizarre, sensational." In 1914 Sculptor Clews left Manhattan with silent dignity for Paris, the haven of Bohemian expatriates...
Stubby, ruddy Samuel I. Newhouse had worked his way from office boy to publisher of the Bayonne, N. J., Times, bought the Staten Island, N. Y., Advance and made it pay, reached out to acquire the Jamaica Long Island Press, the Long Island City Star-Journal, the Newark, N. J., Ledger. He was quietly buying an interest in the doddering Syracuse Herald when he heard about the Hearst-Burrill negotiations. Seeing a chance to control the evening field in Syracuse, Publisher Newhouse persuaded his backers to put up more money, offered $975,000 for the Journal and American, got them...
...Fired 150 Fair police and 205 college-boy information cadets. (Irked by their dismissal, one cadet platoon waded through the two mirror pools from the Four Freedoms statues to the George Washington statue, indulged in horseplay...
Tireless Editor Grey often toiled 16 hours at a stretch before tooling off in his Wolseley to his Kingston-on-Thames home, nine miles from London (he is married, has a girl, 7, a boy, 9, who wants to be a flier). Most of his philippics he rasped into a dictaphone at crack of dawn before shaving and bathing. But last week Charles Grey Grey's dictaphone was muted. If he was for once muffled, however, he was far from subdued. Asked by newsmen if he would work with the Government, die-hard Editor Grey snorted: "Not with this...