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...There is no doubt in Kansas City as to who runs the town. It's big Roy Roberts, mighty, cigar-chewing mogul who sits complacently on his throne at 18th and Grand, and pulls the strings that make his puppets in public office jump to do his bidding...
Chronologically, Armstrong's throne, dug in bed rock through the years, has had hosts of usurpers...
Ministerial Washerwomen. Daumier's perspective on Paris was that of a fiercely republican poor boy. When the July revolution of 1830 toppled Charles X from the throne, Daumier was a hopeful 22; Louis-Philippe, the compromise "Pear-King," soon blasted his hopes. He caricatured the umbrella-toting King as a Gargantua being stuffed with gold by dutiful midgets. Gargantua was displeased, but Daumier got off with a suspended sentence. In 1832 he tried his hand at a cartoon in which the King's ministers appeared as washerwomen. That one cost him six months in jail...
Juvenile Lead. There was no more in Clifford's early life to foreshadow this rise to his place behind the throne than there had been in Harry Truman's apprenticeship on the farm. They were both Missouri-bred, but there the resemblance ended. Clifford's father was a traveling auditor for the Missouri Pacific Railroad. His uncle was the late, fire-breathing Clark McAdams, liberal editorial writer on the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. His adoring mother is Georgia McAdams Clifford, who overrode the objections of her husband and became a Chautauqua circuit storyteller. One of her favorite...
...reporter's last through seven years as the Trib's top capital hand. A Washington assignment offers subtle temptations: if a reporter is not careful he may turn into a pundit, or a cocktail-swigging socialite, or become a power behind some politician's throne. Such lures have left Andrews cold. In Albany and way points (Sacramento, Chicago, the Paris Herald, and Manhattan), he learned to keep his nose for news clean, and his news sources at arm's length...