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...weekly puzzle. The leading national book-review weekly, its eminence was made less impressive by the fact that it was the only one in the field. Although now & then the Saturday Review took a flyer in an extended literary appraisal, with articles by Critic John Chamberlain, H. L. Mencken, Van Wyck Brooks, as a rule its 21,000 readers could expect: ten or twelve pages of reviews each week; a yes & no editorial about the book clubs, best sellers, proletarian novels, modern poetry or some current literary subject; Christopher Morley's The Bowling Green, in which the author ranged...
Gerald L. K. Smith, whom H. L. Mencken once called the "master of masters of all epics, ancient or modern, and Aristotle, Johann Sebastain Bach, and all orators, dead or alive," will address the Young Conservatives on March...
Something was the matter and its name was Henry Louis Mencken. Instead of a tidy page full of editorials, letters to the editor, etc., there was just one column of editorials. Where the other six columns have been was a great open space covered with tiny black dots, like the background of a cut-1,000,075 dots in all. In the adjoining editorial the Evening Sun explained that each dot represented one person in the Federal Government's ''immense corps of jobholders. . . . The dots, unfortunately, had to be made very small. . . . Even so, the chart...
Such was H. L. Mencken's first gleeful antic during the first week of the loftiest newspaper job in his career, the editorship of the staid Evening Sun. Thus was Mencken, his pale blue eyes agoggle, his single-breasted suit stretched across his bountiful belly, cocking a snook at his eager literary undertakers. Four years ago his plentiful enemies rushed him to his grave when he ended a nine-year editorship of the American Mercury. Said an American Spectator obituary: "It was most fitting that his last pieces were contributed to an ideologically bankrupt American Mercury and that intellectual...
...serve him to a ripe age of 78. Almost as astonishing as his longevity was the Mercury's luck in timing Contributor Russell's story with Jake Kilrain's unpredictable death last week, the first display of editorial prescience the monthly has made since Henry L. Mencken & George Jean Nathan started Mercury for Alfred A. Knopf 14 years ago; the most noteworthy editorial happening in the Mercury since Paul Palmer bought it in 1935 and shrank it to pocket size...