In the Villager, a prosperous (circ. 26,000), country-style weekly published in Manhattan's Greenwich Village, appeared a sentimental eulogy last week of its star columnist. "I shall always think of him," wrote Reader Katherine Caldwell, "as one of the great ... He had the lofty detachment of a genius and the warm friendliness of a child. When he stared me down with a frigid hauteur, as he sometimes did, I could have been swept up in a teaspoon. But when he moved in on me grandly and condescended to occupy my lap, I felt as though I'd made the Social Register." Death...
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