Between Columnists James Westbrook Pegler and Heywood Campbell Broun there had long existed a somewhat strained out-of-print friendship. In print, "Old Peg," ever scornful of anything that looks like uplift, called his friend "old Bleeding Heart Broun," "the fat Mahatma." Two months ago, Columnist Pegler jabbed a particularly tender spot. American Newspaper Guild President Broun was operating a scab shop, he wrote, because the Connecticut Nutmeg, of which Broun is one-tenth owner-editor, had hired a non-union reporter. Next week, from his regular page in the New Republic, President Broun heatedly...
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