When word arrived that Calvin Coolidge was dead, she asked her fellow wits at the Algonquin Round Table, "How can they tell?" When Dorothy Parker died in 1967, nobody doubted that a void had been left in the ranks of major American humorists. Parker's friend and fellow writer Lillian Hellman arranged to have her ashes placed in a New York mortuary. But after Hellman's death three years ago, Parker's remains were moved to a safe in the Manhattan office of her executor, Attorney Paul O'Dwyer, who hoped that someone, possibly a distant relative, might step forward to collect them. O'Dwyer appealed...
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