Walter Winchell is an editorially free man so long as he keeps his signed column to Broadway trivia. Let him pick up from his liberal friends a political notion at odds with the prevailing Hearst policy, and Walter Winchell might become as voiceless as a $35-a-week Hearst reporter. Rare, however, is such smothering as Winchell got last week.
When newly-serious Poet Dorothy Parker and Lillian Hellman, both highly paid Hollywood scenarists, returned from a Spanish junket last fall, their strong feminine sympathies were all on the side of the Loyalists. Fortnight ago, in a...
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