Word: journalized
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Louisville was a logical place, and at the same time a fearsome place, for a Democratic speech on the tariff. It was in Louisville, in the columns of his Courier-Journal, that the late Col. Henry Watterson (1842-1921) used to thunder about the tariff. It was Col. Watterson who called the Democratic party "the star-eyed goddess of tariff reform" and who in 1884 coined the oldtime phrase, "A tariff for revenue only," a phrase repeated in national Democratic platforms as late as 1920. Nominee Smith had the double problem of breaking away from the revenue-only tradition...
...authoritative Paris Journal des Debats, which almost invariably reflects the attitude of the French Government, said: "Horan and Hearst, if they again come to Paris, ought to be arrested, condemned and put in prison. . . . M. Hearst placed at the disposition of his collaborator a sum which in the country of dollars perhaps seems small, but which in the land of paper francs means something. One talks of $5,000 or $10,000. Hearst and Horan committed a low and fraudulent action against international public order. We like to believe that they will be judged as they deserve by their...
...also owns the conservative journal I. Figaro...
...wider field, have a combined daily circulation of almost exactly 500,000. Their only competitor has been the morning-evening-Sunday combination of the Dickeys, father and son. Last fortnight, the Dickeys discontinued their morning paper, threw all their efforts into their evening-Sunday paper, calling it the Journal-Post. Again and again the question is asked: Will all cities the size of Des Moines or Kansas City or Milwaukee or even Cleveland have eventually just one 24-hour, seven-day newspaper-a monopoly which supplies news as the electric light company supplies "juice...
...Paix," but marries a rich man and surrounds herself with the luxuries she pretends to despise. Too soon, she learns that her husband thinks more of his golf and his naps than of the blue, blue sky. "What peace it would be," she writes in her journal, "to let my body enter the sea, and sink, down, down, past goggling fish with drifting films of tails, past ribbons of ruffled seaweed, purple and brown," but she would be brave, she would...