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...debate at Groton School became the subject of a difference between two New York columnists. In this corner, Gargantuan, dandy Lucius Beebe, who amiably considers Groton U. S. Educational Institution No. 1 because it stands at the top of the private school social scale. In that corner, Gargantuan, dowdy Heywood Broun, whose funny-bone never tingles pleasantly over reactionary boarding schools...
...American Newspaper Guild has known but one President: Scripps-Howard's mussy, curly-headed Columnist Heywood Broun. Hunched over a table like a rising half moon, Chairman Broun always sits when he presides over Guild conventions. After five conventions, Sitting Broun remains a good-natured, efficient chairman. Last week he was reelected by affectionate acclamation, but with little affection Executive Vice-President Jonathan Eddy was re-elected after two ballots...
Editors and owners of the Nutmeg are ten: American Newspaper Guild President Heywood Broun, music critic and composer Deems Taylor, publicist Stanley Hoflund High, cinema editor Colvin Brown, distiller James Joseph ("Gene") Tunney, novelists John Erskine (The Private Life of Helen of Troy) and Ursula Parrott (Ex-Wife), journalist Quentin Reynolds, advertising executive Jack Pegler (brother of Westbrook), literary agent George T. Bye. Saluting its neighbors, the Nutmeg announced: "We have no policy. . . . The Nutmeg is our cracker barrel. There will always be a seat for you on a nail keg. We promise to supply at least two problems where...
...week the Guild's most persistent critic and its largest champion met head-on in public debate in Manhattan. Before a hostile crowd of 700, mostly Manhattan Guildsmen, up stood Brooklyn-born Arthur T. Robb, editor of Editor & Publisher, conservative journal of the trade. His opponent: mountainous Columnist Heywood Broun, national Guild president. The clash was advertised as the press debate of the year, but the forensics fizzled, for Mr. Robb spoke from a fact-jammed cranium, while Mr. Broun replied from an overstuffed heart...
Some readers of syndicated columns, after sampling the scissors & knives of Dorothy Thompson, Westbrook Pegler, Heywood Broun, turn to Eleanor Roosevelt's My Day for healing and balm. To some other readers, the President's wife seems the Pollyanna of columnists. Even when, last fortnight, she reproved Dramatic Critics Brooks Atkinson of the New York Times and Richard Watts Jr. of the New York Herald Tribune for their blunt dismissal of Save Me the Waltz, a short-lived, Graustark-under-a-dictator romance, it was still in the spirit of loving the sunshine. Critics Atkinson and Watts, wrote...