Word: cunningham
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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About that time Mrs. Cunningham decided that Texas summers were too hot. Bill wrote to the Post, asked for a job at $50 a week (the Dallas News was paying him $55) and got it. But when he opened his first pay envelope in Boston he found $75. "There's been a mistake," Bill told his Sports Editor. "I'm only making $50." Said the Sports Editor: "Keep it, you dumb bastard-that's what you should have asked for in the first place." Bill kept it. He has never had to ask the Post...
...Bill Cunningham is no scholarly sportswriter like John Kieran of the New York Times. He is fast (in two hours he can file 3,000 words on a championship fight without ruffling his sandy hair), and has a flair for embroidering them with sentiment and drama...
There was the time a struggling Notre Dame team came East and whipped Army 7-0. Bill Cunningham said the reason was that years before, when Notre Dame's immortal George Gipp lay dying, he had called for Knute Rockne. "If things ever get too tough for Notre Dame," Gipp was supposed to have said, "ask the boys to score one for Gipper." Rockne had saved this one for a special occasion. On the day when Notre Dame met Army, he let the boys have it between halves. According to Bill Cunningham, as Notre Dame's back plunged...
...Bill's colleagues like his bluster and bravado. But whatever they think of Bill personally, Boston newsmen will admit that he has an immense following. It has been estimated that if Cunningham changed his job it would cost the Post 100,000 readers...
...Beacon Hill hideaway is popularly supposed to be a scene of secret orgies between Bill Cunningham and a mythical secretary named Ima Smack that Bill once invented to explain his delay in answering letters. One day a Boston department-store executive gave Bill a life-size wax model of Miss Smack. Bill stretched her out among the littered papers on his couch, with her skirts up and a champagne glass in her hand, horrified an old gentleman who came to see him. Bill tried to explain that Miss Smack was a model, but the old gentleman went away muttering: "Your...