Word: westbrook
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Highest-paid columnist was the New York Herald Tribune's Walter Lippmann, whose salary was $62,476. Hearst's Arthur ("Bugs") Baer made $53,000. Walter Winchell $51,699. Scripps-Howard's Westbrook Pegler's $46,263 salary was $10,003 more than that of his friendly enemy, Heywood Broun.* Eleanor Roosevelt drew $16,587 (all pledged to charity); Hugh Johnson...
Subject of the controversy was "Fair Enough," which in addition to being the title of Westbrook Pegler's daily column, appears to be the title of both the Pudding show and the Columbia Varsity production. Southern thespians claimed to have released their title on December 20, whereas the first Hasty Pudding press hand out was dated February...
Columnist Westbrook Pegler likes California so much that he tries to reform it. Critical of San Francisco statuary, he lately set out to improve it with work of his own (see cut, col. 3). Last week he frothed at Los Angeles, home of EPIC, land of Ham & Eggs, as follows...
Between Columnists James Westbrook Pegler and Heywood Campbell Broun there had long existed a somewhat strained out-of-print friendship. In print, "Old Peg," ever scornful of anything that looks like uplift, called his friend "old Bleeding Heart Broun," "the fat Mahatma." Two months ago, Columnist Pegler jabbed a particularly tender spot. American Newspaper Guild President Broun was operating a scab shop, he wrote, because the Connecticut Nutmeg, of which Broun is one-tenth owner-editor, had hired a non-union reporter. Next week, from his regular page in the New Republic, President Broun heatedly denied he had anything...
This week, ex-Friend Pegler's book, The Dissenting Opinions of Mister Westbrook Pegler, was published.* Of its 85 reprints of his daily diatribes, only two were written without his scalpel. One is an ecstatic appreciation of Walt Disney. The other, a testimonial to telegraph operators, amazed even its author. "I am not very good at singing praises," he concludes, "having very little practice, and I hardly know what has prompted me to this extraordinary outburst of sweetness toward my fellow man. Just call it a change of pace...