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...must have had its masochistic charms, because Red Smith never wanted to be anything but a "newspaper stiff." He started on the news side in Milwaukee in 1927, shifted to sports two years later in St. Louis, then spent ten years covering Connie Mack's Athletics for the old Philadelphia Record. He went to New York in 1945, when writing sports in the Big Town was like playing the Palace. First at the Herald Tribune, and for the last ten years of his life at the New York Times, he turned out a syndicated column that was the envy...
Smith had less patience with twolegged animals, particularly when they ran athletics into the ground. George Steinbrenner was George III. Avery Brundage and his flunkies on the International Olympic Committee were the "waxworks." He idolized owners like Connie Mack and Branch Rickey but later sided with the players "in the slave cabins...
...then some people are not at all sure that Tune is made of ordinary clay. "Tommy is extra-special-half of this world and half of another," says Bufrnan, who worked with him on a 1975 production of Mack & Mabel. Writer Larry King, who worked, and occasionally collided, with Tune during rehearsals of The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, is not even sure about the first half. "Man, I don't know!" he writes in his book The Whorehouse Papers. "I think that dude grew up on a different planet." Tune, 43, does not smoke or drink...
...Mack Smith ∙Poets in Their Youth...
...undeniable elegance. A half-block west of the old Grauman's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard, the ornate façde of the Garden Court Apartments stands as a monument to another era when the building's tenants included the likes of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, Mack Sennett, John Barrymore and Louis B. Mayer. Sculpted angels still hang from its flanks; a trio of cherubs intertwine arms on the fountain out front; inside, despite a rich cache of old whisky bottles, dusty phonograph records and faded copies of the Los Angeles Times, the palms rise in pleasing...