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...assuming a stance that reminded Woollcott of "a morning-glory vine climbing a pole." He was one of the deadliest pot rakers of the most famous seated gathering since King Arthur's, the Thanatopsis Literary and Inside Straight Club; and when he failed to prosper, he beleaguered Heywood Broun, Harpo Marx, Herbert Bayard Swope and the rest with puns: "I fold my tens and silently steal away," or, apropos of nothing important, "One man's Mede is another man's Persian...
During the Sacco-Venzetti trial, Heywood Broun was writing a column for the New York World. Head of a committee to free the convicted men, his writing became passionate. The World, which pursued a more moderate course, fired Broun after requesting that he remain silent on the subject...
...From Broun's first article on the case: To me, the tragedy of the conviction of Sacco and Vanzetti lies in the fact that this was not done by crooks and knaves. In that case, we could have a campaign with a slogan "throw the rascals out" and set up for a year or two a reform Administration. Nor have I had much patience with those who would like to punish [Judge] Thayer by impeachment or any other process. Unfrock him and his judicial robes would fall upon a pair of shoulders not different by the thickness of a fingernail...
...From Broun's article after The World fired him: There is no use in my pretending that I do not believe myself right and the World wrong in the present controversy. As far as Sacco and Vanzetti went, both the paper and the individual wanted an amelioration of the sentence. Nothing less than a pardon or a new trial was satisfactory to me. Apparently The World believed that if life imprisonment was all that could be won from Gov. Fuller, that would be bettter than nothing. Here an interesting point of tactics arises. The editorial strategy of the World...
Camelot-on-Hudson. To Fowler, the Manhattan of his day was Camelot, and his fellow newsmen-Grantland Rice, Westbrook Pegler, Heywood Broun, Arthur Brisbane-were knights of the round table, which was usually a bar. Fowler's personal idol and friend was Alfred Damon Runyon. Despite his Broadway camaraderie, Runyon was a brooding, lonely man, and there were distinct traces of rube in his makeup. He believed that to count as a New York know-it-all, he had to unearth a champion heavyweight. Over the years he maintained a series of fighters who ate like lions and fought...