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...impressionistic line; because the people whom Hostess Elsa Maxwell invites to her parties have decided that he is "too, too divine,'' the chaste grey walls of the Valentine Gallery were last week given over to a one-man show of the later drawings of James Grover Thurber. Gallerygoers, stepping sideways like crabs, passed from frame to frame in which were exposed the backs of old letterheads and odd sheets of scratch paper on which were scrawled the amiable bloodhounds, the horrid boneless women, the bald, browbeaten little men of Artist Thurber, associate editor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Morose Scrawler | 12/31/1934 | See Source »

...Artist Thurber was born in Columbus, Ohio, 40 years ago. At Ohio State University he was a brilliant bedraggled student. Few of his friends knew that at the age of eight his left eye had been shot out by a playful playmate with an arrow. Through the Peace Conference, Thurber served as a code clerk in the U. S. Embassy in Paris. In 1925 he was Nice editor of the Paris edition of the Chicago...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Morose Scrawler | 12/31/1934 | See Source »

...LEWIS THURBER GUILD...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Sep. 24, 1934 | 9/24/1934 | See Source »

...James Thurber, whom FORTUNE describes as follows: "Thurber is madder than White. His prose is more vital, has an earthy quality refreshing in The New Yorker. Born in Columbus (39 years ago) he graduated from Ohio State University. There he is remembered as a long, lean, funny-looking grind who sat around the library all day with his hair hanging in his eyes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: The New Yorker | 8/6/1934 | See Source »

...Thurber struck up a friendship with a quarter-miler named Elliott Nugent, who persuaded him to get a haircut and stop wearing funny clothes. Thurber drifted into newspaper work, was hired from the New York Evening Post by Editor Ross in 1927. A poor judge of men, Ross tried to make Thurber into a managing editor, for months kept him from writing a line. Sad, vague "Andy" White took instantly to sad, vague James Thurber. He salvaged Thurber's neurotic, amorphous scratchpad drawings from the waste baskets by the thousands, finally bulldozed scornful Editor Ross into printing them. Today...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: The New Yorker | 8/6/1934 | See Source »

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