A Republic of Books

What’s all this, then? a preamble There is a wonderful quote from a fabulous movie of long ago, often repeated but seldom fully appreciated: “Oh, no, it wasn’t the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast.” Perhaps it’s strange to you that I apply a quote from a...

1. Sunday, March 14, 1937

Now that I’ll have a little time on my hands, at least for the next couple of days, maybe I can try this again. There’s a lot going on, but it’s an easier thing to do if you don’t have to get to work. Depending on what you read in the newspapers, or listen to on the...

2. Sunday, March 14, 1937

There is a lot more to tell about that Sunday. The regular edition of the Mirror is hitting the streets by 5 a.m. and George wants his pics in by 10 p.m. the night before, to get a rough on the space, but in this case there was likely to be a need for added info...

3. Sunday, March 14, 1937

But this Sunday was not about to end with dinner and a snooze. When I got back to the paper at 6:30 p.m., I wasn’t surprised that The Boss was still out. I know he likes the quality of the cigar smoke at the Algonquin Hotel so I went on over to West 44th Street to...