Word: poker
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Director Fechner still wears high-topped, hooked shoes as he did in Georgia 30 years ago. For fun he reads newspapers and magazines, occasionally sees a movie, plays a feeble hand of poker. With his closest friend and right-hand man at CCC, James J. McEntee, he lives at the modestly priced Burlington Hotel in Washington. (Mrs. Fechner spends the winters with him, the rest of the time at their home in Wollaston, Mass.) He is definitely not a military sort...
Blond, 39, Balkan-bearded, poker-faced, enthusiastic. Whit Burnett is a hypochondriac ex-newspaperman, formerly of Salt Lake City, Vienna and Majorca, now solidly repatriated and a leading godsend to U. S. short story writers whose stuff he publishes when all others refuse. He is also one of the few people who seem to be as fascinated by writers' doings as some are by the orbits of movie stars...
Never a P-D legman, ireful Editor Coghlan often wanders down from the eighth to the third (city room) floor to wrangle happily with reporters. He takes a boisterous but effective part in the periodic poker games of the "Twelfth Street Country Club," a group of P-D oldtimers. When he built his present house in the Ladue district he asked his friends if they thought he was getting too near a creek. They said he was. He built there anyway. The creek made him mad, too-came right into his cellar...
...Rats!" snapped Mr. Montgomery to his studio ratters, and ear-cocked terriers dashed excitedly to the chase in countless homes of England. "Lie down," "Find it," "Jump over the poker," went more commands. Rattling food pans and garbage cans, the Montgomerys for a memorable 15 minutes had every listening dog in England in a dither. When a Montgomery Dalmatian greedily chewed up a dog biscuit before the microphone, dog-owners reported widespread mouth watering. When Montgomery fox terriers, Peter and Jock, got to growling, hackles rose the length and breadth of Britain. When Tippler, a tough Corgi, refused to "speak...
...Lyons of the Mobile Press Register lives in a domitory; all the rest have apartments or houses. Their wives complain that they are rarely home for dinner. Ebullient Ed Lahey, who already knows most of the Cambridge cops by name and won enough from his fellow Fellows in a poker game to buy a ton of coal, has begun to educate Boston. When newspapers there began yelling for Granville Hicks's resignation because he made a fundraising speech for the New Masses, Fellow Lahey defended him with a letter which exposed some city editors' secrets and made...