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...Hollywood, Edith Gwynn's "Rambling Reporter" is called an orange-juice column. Its citrus-tart gossip, cinema news and gags are usually gulped at the breakfast table along with the columns of Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons...
Until recently, the "Rambling Reporter," which keeps a house detective's eye on cinemactors and cinemactions, appeared only in a powerful trade sheet, the Hollywood Reporter (circ. 7,500). But last week Edith Gwynn's column was being syndicated. Seven newspapers had already signed it up: the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, the Boston Post, the Indianapolis Times, the Cincinnati Enquirer, the Philadelphia Inquirer, the New York Morning Telegraph and the Pottstown (Pa.) Mercury...
...Edith Gwynn, a short, beryllium-hard brunette, in her late 30s, writes with the brash confidence of a columnist who knows she can't be fired. Her job, which pays about $300 a week, is guaranteed by her divorce settlement with the Reporter's Publisher W. R. ("Billy") Wilkerson. Natty, collie-eyed Billy has had plenty of experience with divorce settlements (his present wife is No. 5), but he never made a better one. Edie Gwynn's scatterbrained manner, quick bursts of nervous laughter and lavishly indiscriminate endearments ("lambie pie, beautiful cookie") hide a razor-sharp nose...
...Yucatan or Honduras"). But Publisher Wilkerson, who once ran a speakeasy and later the Trocadero nightclub and is now part owner of L'Aiglon and LaRue, is a man of unshakable principle: never knock an advertiser unless he forgets to advertise. When Billy retracted an accurate Gwynn item in 1937 because it offended an advertiser, Edie quit. For 4½ years she went into semiretirement; she "threw hundreds of sensational parties," which usually found her at the piano-"a lethal weapon in my hands." In 1942, bursting with dammed-up gags and gossip, Edie went back to columning...
...Cronin had very obviously not read "Going My Way" when he wrote "Keys of the Kingdom," but many of the Barry Fitzgerald touches are presented here by Edmund Gwynn. The novel, like all of Cronin's, has a consistent theme of human aspiration and courage with big does of excitement thrown in. It is a tear-jerker, but it is not unrelieved by lighter moments...