"A bastard swindler," wrote Editor Charles A. Dana of the New York Sun, describing his political enemy, Editor Joseph Pulitzer of the New York World. "A mendacious blackguard," Pulitzer fired back, "a mortgaged, broken-down calumniator, an unmitigated scoundrel."
Such personal journalism, once as much a part of American life as the horse car, had almost died in the U.S. pressbut not quite. Last week, it was back with a roar as Columnist Westbrook Pegler and Free-Lance Writer Quentin Reynolds clawed one another over the remains of gentle, quixotic Heywood Broun, their onetime drinking and...
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