The Press: Dead Sparrow

Dead last week in Paris was the most remarkable columnist of them all—the Paris Herald's cocky, antique, legend-crusted, peewee William Harrison Robertson, universally known as the Sparrow. Uncountable and worldwide are his surviving "old pals," for his acquaintances became "my old pals" on sight.

His headquarters were the "thirst emporiums" on the Right Bank, and rare was the visiting fireman in Paris who missed him. Night in & out the indestructible little columnist organized his "death watch" for visiting Americans due to catch the boat train from the Gare St. Lazare for Cherbourg....

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