Word: broun
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...night the singer met a novelist, pink-cheeked Carl Van Vechten. He now calls him "the Abraham Lincoln of Negro Art." He met and admired others: Muriel Draper partygoing in a window curtain; Colyumist Heywood Broun lying shirt-sleeved beside his bathtub of cocktails, to receive intelligentsia; Lady Oxford asking Gordon to Black Bottom after singing for royalty. He sang all over the U. S., heard deafening and perplexing applause. Now 36, he muses: "Ho! Ho! ... I wonder what I was born...
...knew his brothers who were good fellows, but John Dewey, while a brilliant man in his line I am sure, does not appeal to me after the stand he took in the Sacco-Vanzetti matter not long ago, and he with a lot of other theoretical high brows, Heywood Broun, for instance, always wanting some Red or Pink communist to be allowed to run loose, defame the government. . . . I cannot understand a man born and raised in a New England state like Vermont where there are no such things as radicals and Pinks and long haired agitators, upholding this sort...
...Mathewsoris ghost was one Joe O'Neill, Manhattan newsman. Player Mathewson was not in the habit of reading his "writings" as written by Mr. O'Neill, even after they appeared in print. "He never could understand why Snodgrass snarled at him in the dugout one day," Mr. Broun relates. "He was not aware that in his current essay he had taken the outfielder to task for the manner in which he played a long...
When George Herman Ruth was seriously ill in a hospital, his signed stories continued to appear daily. Mr. Broun advances an explanation that had been given him by famed Sports-scribe W. O. McGeehan: "That the Babe escaped from his cot each night by means of a rope made of knotted sheets and staggered to the telegraph office with his copy...
Marjorie de Loosey Oelrichs. Mr. Broun admits he has little sympathy for debutantes who get ghosts to help them confess their insincere boredom. He writes: "Surely in a proper finishing school there must be some course on 'How to bare your soul at fifty cents a word...