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...himself had predicted the day when "dead cats" would fly at him. Suddenly the glory dimmed, the Blue Eagle wavered into a tail spin, and the sorrowing man with the bottle nose resigned. The Supreme Court ended it for good & all. The General became a Scripps-Howard columnist-by turns for seven years morose, exultant, vitriolic, sentimental, wrathful, lachrymose. Old Army man, he scolded upstart militarists, nagged the new New Deal ("economic pansies"), yearned for the old New Deal of NRA. He lambasted "my friend Franklin Roosevelt." From time to time he saw things with an amazingly discerning eye. From...
...angry voice cried this week to the U.S. people. The voice belonged to Major Alexander Procofieff ("Sascha") de Seversky, who won all available decorations, and lost his right leg when he flew for his native Russia in World War I (see cut). Sascha de Seversky is now a columnist and author who designed and manufactured military aircraft in the U.S. before he turned to writing. Into a new book, Victory Through Air Power (Simon & Schuster; $2.50), he has crammed much knowledge, enthusiasm, bitterness, and a limitless faith in the airplane. The result is a blast of gusty. prophetic criticism...
Before TIME'S haw-haw . . . Columnist Howard C. Hosmer of the Rochester Times-Union went to considerable lengths to explain how he had fallen for the chestnut...
...Columnist Arthur Krock of the New York Times made a quick trip to Chicago and came back amazed. Wrote he: "Neither indifference or complacency could be found, and such criticism as was expressed was that Washington has not yet realized how much it can ask and get from the people...
Significantly, at week's end, the Mirror's biting Columnist "Cassandra"-burly, 32-year-old, Irish-born William Neil Connor -announced he was quitting to join the Army. Britain's most detested, adored, vastly read gadfly thus said farewell: "I am still a comparatively young man and I propose to see whether the rifle is a better weapon than the printed word. Mr. Morrison can have my pen-but not my conscience. Mr. Morrison can have my silence-but not my self-respect...