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Westbrook Pegler found a friend. The name was Petrillo-James Caesar Petrillo, boss of U.S. musicians. Last week Hearst readers rubbed their eyes as Peg, the usually caustic carp of organized labor, was caught cheering a strike...
...columnist, Fisher carried chips on both shoulders. Readers found him as gabby as Winchell, as irascible as Pegler. He was as short-tempered with the New Deal as Mrs. Ailshie was, but the affinity ended there. From time to time the Statesman had to square itself with readers by slapping him down editorially. A one-time Mormon who now belongs to no church, he railed at Christmas, funerals, Sundays. When Catholics found it rough reading and complained, he promised last winter to offend them no more...
What do they think of union-needling Columnist Westbrook Pegler? Pungent examples: "Westbrook Pegler is a knight in brilliant array who should be knocked from his horse." "A sour-vinegar writer . . . who exposes the abuses of labor unions without giving due account to the good work that most unions...
Unionism was big talk in other big-league locker rooms. Never before had ball parks been so crowded. Owners' profits were up; hot-dog vendors sold more hot dogs; everybody seemed to be making more money but the ballplayers. Westbrook Pegler, no union lover, but once a baseball writer himself, was sympathetic to the players: "The owners will have some of themselves to blame. Not all, but enough of them, have been harsh and arrogant, mean in money matters and completely ruthless in imposing on the youth of great players such as Dizzy Dean who used himself up long...
...love for cornfield journalism, gruesome and otherwise, kept mild Bee Behymer from ever graduating from the Post-Dispatch, while generations of St. Louis newspapermen he knew (Westbrook Pegler, Theodore Dreiser, Silas Bent, Herbert Bayard Swope, et al.) came & went. A little (125 Ibs.) man with unruly grey hair, a too-big nose and a small mustache, he is proud that he never had to take a drink or buy one to get a story. As a solid senior citizen of Lebanon, Ill., he sings a raspy bass in the Methodist choir, is a trustee of small McKendree College, writes editorials...