Word: dispatches
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...stated in an item in TIME of Nov. 30 that I am one of those "responsible" for the editorial policy of the Post-Dispatch in the recent campaign. This is not true. While I do not think the nature of my connection with the paper is of public interest, anyone pretending to write about St. Louis newspapers from the inside should know that my work has always been confined to the news and my responsibilities as well...
...Paris after covering every phase of the civil war in Spain arrived New York Timesman William P. Carney. Over the eight solid weekday columns of his first dispatch the Times headlined: "MADRID SITUATION REVEALED; UNCENSORED STORY OF SIEGE. All Semblance of Democratic Forms of Government in Spain Disappears-25,000 Put to Death by Radicals-Priests, Nuns Slain." Excerpts: "Hundreds of luckless Spaniards who held the most liberal political views have been slain in Madrid because they were denounced by former servants who were discharged for incompetence...
Fourteen years ago Margaret Sanger made a trip to Japan where she preached birth control. Just how memorable this 1922 visitation was became evident last week when the editors of Tokyo's big Nichi Nichi thus headlined a preposterous dispatch about a Chinese woman giving birth to decuplets: MRS. SANGER WILL BE ASHAMED...
Head of the biology section is Oscar Kirchoff, whose father was brought by Founder Ward from Alsace, and who will mount any skeleton from a humming bird to a mastodon. Humming bird skeletons once cost $25, but Preparator Kirchoff now turns them out with such dispatch that the price has dropped to $10. John Santens, 60, Ward's sole surviving taxidermist, is officially retired but keeps on working. So many schools and museums now teach taxidermy that Ward's demand for stuffed animals has fallen almost to zero, and the antlers of moose, deer and caribou cluttering...
Last week from the offices of the Post-Dispatch leaked the story of a unique post-Election gesture to Clark McAdams' memory. When the Presidential returns were all in, tall, grey-haired 0. K. Bovard rose from his desk on the open floor of the Post-Dispatch city room, slowly stalked into the editorial room where Mr. Mc-Adams used to write, chalked on its bulletin board a succinct message...