Word: busch
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...names of the venerable Globe-Democrat or progressive (Pulitzer) Post-Dispatch come to mind. But throughout the past fortnight both great papers were soundly larruped on St. Louis' newstory-of-the-month - possibly its story of the year: the kidnapping and return of 13-year-old Adolphus Busch Orthwein, grandson of famed August A. Busch (TIME, Jan. 12). The sheet that ran away with the story was the loud, energetic St. Louis Star...
...Louis kidnap case little Adolphus was secretly restored to his parents only 20 hours after his disappearance. Possibly through his own friendship-or that of his managing editor, Frank W. Taylor-with the Busch family, Reporter Brundidge learned that the name of Pearl Abernathy, a local Negro real estate dealer, had been mentioned in the Busch household. Next day the Star blazed out its first scoop: "Negro Real Estate Man Exposes Own Son [Charles] As Abductor." Also it printed nearly a full front page of pictures of the room where the boy had been held. Next day Reporter Brundidge...
...family chauffeur bundled Adolphus Busch Orthwein, 13, grandson of President August A. Busch of Anheuser-Busch, Inc., into a limousine and started for a family party at the grandfather's house. As the car neared the highway entrance to the Percy J. Orthwein estate at Huntleigh Village, St. Louis suburb, a Negro jumped out of the shrubbery, brandished a revolver, ousted the chauffeur. Negro, child and limousine disappeared in the distance. The chauffeur hurried back afoot to spread the alarm...
With an air of candor, of complete impartiality, Author Busch puts down his easy sentences, his easy paragraphs. Para-doxologist Gilbert Keith Chesterton once remarked that the only trouble with the candid friend is that he is not candid. Author Busch looks like an exception...
...Author. Niven Busch Jr., 27, was born with a pencil in his mouth, wrote good English before he could talk sense. Famed as a Princeton undergraduate for his versifying facility, like many literary Princetonians he never graduated, left college to write for TIME, of whose staff he is still a member. He also writes for The New Yorker under a thin disguise. Sandy-haired, slow-moving, slangy, like many a worse writer, like few better, he talks newspaper jargon...