Word: broun
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Broun's baseball stories for the Tribune have been called the best ever written. But it was after he transferred to the World, as a columnist in 1921 that his career really began. His column, It Seems to Me, ran for 18 years, first in the World, then in Scripps-Howard's Telegram, later in the World-Telegram, when Publisher Howard merged the two papers in 1931. But in all of them it was informal, effortless, personal. A man of tremendous heart and unfailing kindness, Broun was led by his sympathies first into Socialism, then to the brink...
...wrote a sober obituary on the death of Socialist Eugene V. Debs in 1926, two bitter columns on Sacco & Vanzetti the year after. In 1933 he announced his resolve to start a union for reporters. A few months later the American Newspaper Guild was founded, with Broun as chairman. Most of its routine work was done by other officers, but Broun was always the Guild's presiding saint: his rotund figure constantly protected...
Twice married (first to the late Lucy Stone League President Ruth Hale, who gave him a son, Heywood Hale Broun), he was converted to Catholicism after his marriage in 1935 to a onetime actress, Constantina Maria Incoronata Druscella
Last fortnight, just before his contract with the World-Telegram expired (TIME, Dec. 11), Broun signed a new contract with the New York Post. Then in Connecticut he took to his bed with bronchitis. To the World-Telegram, a few days earlier than usual, he sent his annual Christmas parable about the two old kings and the young wise man. (His great & good friend, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, once read it at a Christmas ceremony in Washington.) For the Post he wrote but one column...
...first and only piece appeared in the Post, Heywood Broun lay unconscious under an oxygen tent. A priest had administered the last rites of the Roman Catholic Church. This week Heywood Broun was dead. An oldtime newspaperman, attached to an evening paper, he would have been glad to know that he died in time for the afternoon editions...