Word: columnists
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Room with Bath. City Editor Joseph, who probably does less editing than any city editor in the business, has no need for one of the swank new suites. They are reserved for Publisher Arthur Hays Sulzberger, General Manager Julius Ochs Adler, Editor Charles Merz, Sunday Editor Lester Markel, Columnist Anne O'Hare McCormick and Managing Editor James, in case they are stuck at the paper all night. Joseph takes his leave of his morning-paper staff by 6 p.m. He and his assistants assign the Times's 150 reporters to stories, but the editing is done by copyreaders...
Last week Columnist Hedda Hopper, in a patient, motherly tone, read the moviemakers a mild warning: "Every picture, whether good, bad, or stinky, is labeled 'colossal' or 'stupendous' . . . We must try to persuade those who have stopped seeing movies to form the habit again by telling the truth about our product, and rating a picture honestly, as fair, good, or perhaps great. Few are colossal, you know...
...Columnist Drew Pearson, whose Friendship Train sent 700 boxcars of food to Europe and got him named Father of the Year, decided to try it again. Aping Henry Wallace, he got off an open letter to Joseph Stalin: "I propose that we, the American people, again organize a Friendship Train ... to the children of Russia . . . Your acceptance . . . might be a milestone in avoiding the war . . . toward which we seem to be drifting." Pearson made the implications clear to his 30 million readers. If Stalin does not "act on it . . . then we will know exactly where we stand with Russia...
Week-Ending Columnist Hedda Hopper, on encountering lei-bearing greeters at Honolulu's airfield: "Gadzooks, what a reception for an old goat...
Hollywood could never cast Columnist Joseph Wright Alsop Jr. in its stock role of the slouch-hatted, wisecracking newsman. He does not look the part, and he was not brought up to play it. Instead of the rough-&-tumble school of the police beat, he went to Groton and Harvard, where he wandered around with volumes of Proust and Joyce under his arm and thought politics beneath discussion. His silk shirts and tailored suits are as out of character as his high-pitched "ah there" voice. He exudes a cultivated and imperious...