The motives that move Columnist Walter Winchell's wormlike thrusts are mysterious to the average manbut not so mysterious to those who feel the pressure of his vermiform "journalism." Of late weeks, he has been relentlessly worming away at a little-known Manhattan restaurant called Chandler's. According to Winchell, the place is a "gyp joint" run by gougers and chiselers. Stork Clubber Winchell has never been seen in Chandler's himself, but in the past three weeks he has extruded no less than twelve items, even repeating one attack three times. Last week Chandler's owners retorted...
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