U. S. sophisticates last week clucked over a new tidbit about Alexander Woollcott, roly-poly chatterbox of The New Yorker. According to the New York World-Telegram, Mr. Woollcott was out of The New Yorker, ostensibly because the editors disapproved of ribald anecdotes with which he had lately spiced his "Shouts & Murmurs" page.
The report was half true. Woollcott was out, not for bawdry but for fatigue. His weekly radio broadcast, on top of his weekly New Yorker gossip articles, made a severe regimen for anyone as sedentary as Mr. Woollcott. Editor Harold...
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