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...this little town together to elect a new mayor. . . . Since I speak German fluently, I opened the meeting, and . . . Herr , owner of the local inn, took over and read a previously made-up list of names for the posts of mayor, assistant mayor, town clerk, treasurer, and town crier. He asked anybody who had any objections to raise his hand...
Even his best friends disagreed about the Town Crier's real nature. Acid Poetess Dorothy Parker believed he had "done more kindness than anyone I have ever known." Novelist Edna Ferber called him a "New Jersey Nero who mistook his pinafore for a toga." Sometimes his most devoted admirers found his cantankerousness hard to bear. "I find you are beginning to disgust me, puss," he once snarled at a guest. "How about getting the hell out of here...
...afternoon last week trucks loaded with troops of a Waffen SS (armed elite guard) unit drove up to the farm village of Oradour-sur-Glane, in central France. In a few moments the town crier made the rounds, ordered everyone to assemble at the fair grounds...
Jack Towers, who began his flying career in 1911 and has stuck with aviation ever since, has never been a crier-out against the Navy's slowness in exploiting air power. But he has been a privately bitter critic. In 1942 the Navy shipped him out to Pearl Harbor as Commander of Air in the Pacific, a high-sounding title for a smothered, largely administrative assignment. Now Aviator Towers, well out of the doghouse, towers at the right hand of the Pacific's canny commander-in-chief, Admiral Chester Nimitz...
Manhattan's volubly witty Town Crier, the late Alexander Woollcott, had ten light literary fingers in a good many more pies, but what endeared him to his admirers was his habit of pulling out the juiciest borrowed plums in public with a happy little verbal smirk that meant: "What a smart boy am I." Last month he did it again (posthumously) in Long, Long Ago, a very satisfactory second course to his highly comestible While Rome Burns (TIME, March 12, 1934). Most of Wooll-cott's plums are still on the sugary side, but the best ones have...