Westbrook Pegler, most glowering of columnists, suddenly bared to his readers a gentle, wistful soul. Sourball Pegler confessed that he had found his "stock of merry jape and ready wit" quite low, and was "considering steps to correct this. . . ." Whether his boss (Hearst) had told him to get off his Johnny-one-note of hate toward labor leaders, foreigners and New Dealers, or whether Pegler had decided all by himself to change his tune, no one knew. Wrote Pegler:
"Several acquaintances have said to me lately that, although to know me is to love me and I have a heart of...
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