Word: writing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sheer force of his personal hatred of Germany, whose wool-gloved fists so impressed all observers of the Versailles Peace Conference, does not give up easily. He was ready to die this year, but not while there was work to be done. He had to write the history of his War years, the written reply to such critics as the late Marshal Foch. He had no time...
...Publishers Harcourt Brace & Co. will spring the surprise. They paid a reputed $35,000 for the U. S. book rights. First U. S. publisher to discover that the Tiger would write his memoirs was astute Albert Boni of Albert Charles Boni, Inc. From Paris last spring he went out to see the old gentleman. He learned that the best offer Clémenceau had had for world rights on the book was 25,000 francs ($1,000), from a French publisher. Publisher Boni offered $25,000. Amazed, delighted, M. Clémenceau struck the bargain then and there. But Publisher...
Last year, racked with rheumatism, he said: "I think journalism is the worst of all professions. It is precarious, remuneration is very low, one's position is, as a rule, reduced by old age, and of all the brilliant things a journalist may write none will be remembered permanently. Although I have had some success in journalism. I agree with the verdict my friend, John Morley,* rendered when he spoke of me as having had a squandered life." Twinkling, he added: "Any man is a damned fool who can work in bed and doesn...
False Lindbergh Book. Some foolish crook took the pains to write a book titled We Fly and, purporting to represent Col. Lindbergh, tried to sell it to Dorrance & Co., Philadelphia publishers, as his work. The attempted fraud was uncovered last week when George Palmer Putnam, New York publisher of Col. Lindbergh's We, asked Lindbergh if he had changed publishers. He declared that he had written no other book, had no intention of writing...
...Write the name of the man you suspect on this dotted line," said the desk sergeant. Puzzled by the interpreter's translation, Petros wrote his own name, went home. There a police officer met him, took him to jail, locked him up for the night...