As many a publisher and "calumnist" knows, Harold L. Ickes likes nothing better than a good tiff with the press. Last week, at his farewell press conference, the durable Old Curmudgeon could not resist tossing out a last challenge. Rashly, chubby I. F. ("Izzy") Stone, of the Nation and Manhattan's hyperthyroid PM, gobbled the bait.
A reporter asked the old New Dealer about his plans. "I ain't got any," said Ickes. Then, peering archly over his Steel rims, he voiced a second thought: "I am going to join the crusading PM, I think, to see whether I can crusade and...
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