Word: westbrook
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...wife Romelle had babies a day apart (see MILESTONES). Then the Advertising Research Foundation reported that she is the columnist with most reader appeal to U.S. women. My Day, according to the survey, is read by 37% of women newspaper readers. (Then come George Sokolsky, Dorothy Thompson and Westbrook Pegler...
...John Lewis, is general counsel for the A.F.L. and the archetype of the U.S. labor lawyer. As confidant, adviser, defender of Jimmy Petrillo, Dan Tobin and many another A.F.L. chieftain, Joe Padway has written both labor history and labor law, could boast of many a thwacking from Columnist Westbrook Pegler. He was born in Leeds, England, came to the U.S. as a youth, was admitted to the Wisconsin...
Today Ruark keeps his own hours, writes his stuff in his Manhattan duplex, tries it out on his wife and a secretary. He is pleased when people compare him to ex-Sportswriter Westbrook Pegler, thinks "Pegler at his best is the best technical writer I ever read." But Ruark does not aim to get stuck to any tar-baby, like labor-baiting, Roosevelt-hating...
...from sex and murder and harnessed his vigorous style to a proposal for an American Authors' Authority. Published in the Screen Writer, monthly mouthpiece of the Screen Writers' Guild, the proposal has been the cause of red scares and herrings galore. A glance at Cain's opposition, which includes Westbrook Pegler, the Chicago Tribune, and a newly formed group of writers headed by the oldest of the old guard, John Erskine and Louis Bromfield, indicates a weak base for all the shouting. A look at the proposal itself, and the base disappears altogether...
...Johnson, lured him over to Hearst's Journal-American, where he has been ever since. He travels with the clubs, knows most of the major-league players, was an old favorite of John ("The Great") McGraw and Miller Huggins. He also is a favorite of other journalists. Wrote Westbrook Pegler: "There is never any night where Our Will...