Word: moribundity
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...winter evenings in his Mt. Morris farmhouse, he decided to relieve the tedium by publishing a magazine of his own, no sportsman's forum like hearty Outdoor Life but a sophisticated journal to which his friends could contribute. At first he toyed with the idea of bidding for moribund Vanity Fair, then decided to think out an entirely new editorial formula, present it in a brand-new publication...
...There Wise Fools" is not a new play--it was presented in Boston and elsewhere a respectable number of years ago--but it still has a gentle comedy and a steady if somewhat pedestrian flow. It tells the story of three old bachelors whose moribund routine is upset by the will of their former sweetheart leaving them the care of her offspring who proves to be a very pretty girl and a good one even if she does have some shadowy connections with the underworld. Fundamentally it is one of those things which the playwrighting Spewacks diagnose as "Boy meets...
Georgia, picked up the moribund Enquirer-Sun in Columbus. For the next ten years he and his wife had the time of their lives, baiting Ku Klux Klansmen, lynchers, the great Evolution trial. In 1926 he got the Pulitzer Prize for "most disinterested and meritorious public service" from Northerners but in 1930 he lost his paper to old-line Southerners. A financial failure, he had, however, attracted the respectful notice of U. S. liberals, of his old friends on the Atlanta Constitution and of the far-seeing New York Times. Contributing to the latter, he went back to work...
...title of business manager did small justice to Louis Wiley's journalistic functions. No mere countingroom man, he was Publisher Adolph Ochs's confidant, adviser, ambassador, and on occasion, alter ego. Just short of 40 years ago he first approached Mr. Ochs, who had bought the moribund Times, persuaded the publisher to hire him at $40 a week. He was then 26, and had pulled himself up from $6-a-week reporter to business manager of the Rochester Post-Express. He had much to do with the Times's prosperity and with its rigidly high standards...
...stomachs of those who have never experienced an Eliot House repast, there may lurk the false assumption that Lowell House has a monopoly on worm-ridden fish, bad eggs, wizened grape-fruit, oily orange-juice, moribund chops, all-wool pancakes, bilious liver, vegetables that smell as sweet by any other name, and so forth, down the pallid lists of the oleaginous concatenation of convalescing vitamins served at room temperature and garnished with the cadavers of the insect world. My gorge rises at the thought! I challenge any of the seven cross-sections to greater right to complaint. For the honor...