Word: sermons
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...international answer man. The female form does not loom as large in Wilson's column as it once did. Now he covers events like Bernarr Macfadden's stand-on-your-head religion, Cosmotari-anism. Reported Wilson: "They got mat burns at last Sunday's sermon. . . ." He interviewed Polish Tenor Jan Kiepura after the critics panned his new show, and reported it, in pure Kiepurese: "The public love oss. They dizagree with the critics. The onjost critics hurts only wahn person-his poblisher and himself!" Wilson showed a flair for punch leads: "John Steinbeck said what the hell...
...bombed Nagoya in 1942 and then got lost in the mists of the China coast. Deshazer chuted down and was taken prisoner by the Japs. As he lay hungry, in solitary confinement, Sergeant Deshazer had a vision. A forgiving God spoke to him in the words of the Sermon on the Mount: Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good unto them that hate you, and pray for them which do spitefully use you, and persecute...
Between times he wrote socialist tomes (War By Revolution). This year he published an Upton Sinclairish first novel, No Man Is An Island, whose title came from the same John Donne sermon as Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls. He wants to write more novels, but "if you're asked by a Prime Minister and a friend to take on a job, the novels can wait...
Chicken Again. At the First Baptist Church he listened attentively to the sermon, dropped a $1 bill into the collection plate. Lunch (by the Presbyterian ladies) was Missouri ham. The schedule called for a nap after lunch. But a bunch of "40-and-8" Legionnaires were whooping it up on the street around a mock locomotive, and calling for Harry Truman. He mounted the contraption, posed for many pictures. Then someone yelled: "Ring the bell." Harry Truman yanked the rope, clanged the bell hard and long. The crowd was delighted. So was the President...
That night there were enough guests at Mayor Sermon's house for two poker games: Marshal Fred Canfil, an old crony who was courthouse custodian when Harry Truman was a county judge; Eddie Jacobson, Truman's ex-partner in haberdashery; roly-poly, bonhomous Roy Roberts of the Kansas City Star, who doesn't play poker but likes to be in on anything; a scattering of judges and newspapermen. Harry Truman played until 1:30, enjoyed himself hugely...