Some of the best people in Washington braced themselves last week. Raucous, redheaded Colonel Robert Sharon Allen was about to get out of the Army. They remembered him, somewhat apprehensively, as a combative, profane reporter who would as soon punch a news source in the eye as tap him on the shoulder.
When Allen went to war in July 1942, Partner Drew Pearson had given his pal a touching sen-off. "I shall miss Bob," wrote Drew. "But . . . he'll be back handing out brass rings, punching the tickets for rides on the...
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