Word: columnists
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Sirs: Why has Paul Mallon been singled out as the only columnist whose total number of papers and circulation you don't print (TIME, March 27) ? . . . Surely, the statistics were as readily available from his syndicate as from those of the other columnists. Could this be a typical bit of "Time-ery" injected into the "news" columns of TIME...
Thanks to Lt. Beackham's pointed reception of last week's guest columnist "The Bag" is back in its place. After witnessing a three hour dissertation on senility by the master, now nearing four years and twenty, all potential contributors weighed their 90 averages against the clamor of a well-read public, and have reneged "till the smoke clears." But we advocates of a free press stand in open defiance, from behind our cloak of anonymity, of course...
...from including any more excerpts from Miss Kellems' correspondence with the Nazi Count of Argentina." Miss Kellems, 48-year-old parson's daughter, who last January briefly denied she had ever known Zedlitz, raged in a statement for the press: "The perfect coordination . . . among Secretary Morgenthau, Mr. [Columnist Drew] Pearson and Mr. Coffee is a joy to behold. . . . Come off the floor of that House, Mr. Coffee, where you are protected by your Congressional immunity. . . . Before the New Deal destroyed the last vestige of decency . . . any man who would do what you have done would be publicly horse...
...interviewers have been admitted in recent months to the walnut-paneled office of Colonel Robert Rutherford McCormick. But last week the tall, testy, taciturn publisher of the Chicago Tribune (circ. 925,000) consented to receive one. The lucky fellow was suave Columnist Marquis W. Childs (circ. 7,500,000), who has succeeded the late Raymond Clapper in 108 newspapers (187 took Clapper). Next day in Chicago's tabloid Daily Times Colonel McCormick could read Childs's bread-&-butter letter. It was a Childs-like appraisal of "one of the major myths of our times...
Roundy dubs himself "the old lawn-mower pusher." He is as much a town character as a columnist, knows everybody, gripes at tavern prices, poses as a callous cynic while collecting hundreds of dollars for crippled children's camps and other charities. His style is not a pose. He talks that way, dictates his column...