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...readers of that gum-chewers' sheetlet, the New York Graphic, are gum-chewers. Some of them snuggle the pink-faced tabloid into Park Avenue homes, there to read it in polite seclusion. They have reason: the Graphic's gossip-purveying, scandal-scooping, staccato-styled Monday column, "Your Broadway and Mine...
...pages of The Club-Fellow. Senator Joe Robinson had, it was true, a bronchial cold which kept him from his seat for five days. Senator Johnson, too, was briefly indisposed. But both were quite unmumped. Persons with respect for Senators viewed the gossip-swollen Club-Fellow with alarm. The sheetlet's irresponsibility was further revealed by its evident confusion of the Senate's two Robinsons. Still talking about "Senator Joe Robinson" The Club-Fellow said: "At any rate they [mumps] have kept Robinson quiet for a while about the oil scandals. Perhaps some of the Democrats are glad...
...became suspicious. The next day some of them printed stories about how the fake had been effected, not forgetting to stress the foxlike guile of Mlle. Roseray's press-agent who had fooled all the clever reporters. The witty, wisecracking Walter Winchell, columnist to the pornoGraphic, gumchewers' sheetlet, alone had the grace, in this second and even less justified burst of free advertising, to praise that rakish, lean and sporting sheet, the New York Telegraph; its reporter had entirely disregarded the melodramatic antics of poor Mlle. Roseray...
Following Representative Casey's speech, Representative La Guardia obtained lurid effects in an oration on "Hootch and Harlots," illustrated in the tabloid sheetlet manner with a gigantic photo of a hard-boiled Coal & Iron Policeman which was passed from hand to hand over the House desks...
Within, the sheetlet gloated. Columns aired triumphantly the doings of Photographer Richard Sarno in stealing the picture. Obtaining a top floor apartment next door he climbed out the skylight and crept to the roof edge. Patiently peering at the baby porch a floor below him, fortified with a roof repairman's tools and a bland air of industry in case he was surprised, the hours slipped by. Swaddled thickly the baby slept below. It was dusk, and no picture. The next day Sarno crept out on his roof again. Late in the morning Baby Vera stirred, tossed. The tiny...