The haughty little magazines and the anthologists never knew him, and would have ignored him if they had. But all their Rapunzel-haired poets together never spoke to an audience the size of his. And when he died last .week, the New York Times obit said of Philip Stack: "He was rated the leader in his art." It was a lowly art: he was the nameless mass-producer of saccharine sentiments on millions of greeting cards. For Walter Winchell's millions of readers he penned disillusioned doggerel under the pseudonym "Don Wahn." But his real name was...
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