On Saturday the old man did what he had done for 42 years. In his book-littered office in the Winnipeg Free Press, slowly, with a stub pencil, he wrote the first draft of an editorial. After luncheon he picked up his black, battered old leather bag, stuffed it full of papers and documents, went home for a quiet weekend of reading. On Sunday, Editor John Wesley Dafoe, a great Canadian, was dead at 77.
He was the last of a generation: a personal journalist with more power in his own country than Dana,...
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