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NEW EBOOK NOVEL
By Margery Frisbie
Journalist and author
of Victims of Justice
BLOGS and GLOBS: I
been writing a blog since 1966,
only I didn't know it. In those
days, it came out in the form of a
newsletter on paper. Remember
paper? It never got lost in
cyberspace, although if it got wet
enough blog turned into glob. I
and tried to make it amusing. To
read some of my favorites, see contents.
Uncommentator: Story of the Day
SOME INTERESTING PEOPLE
One-time Chicago Daily News foreign correspondent Robert J. Casey
recalled that upon learning he was a newspaperman people often
exclaimed, "you must meet such interesting people." He said that
when he thought about it he realized it was true. But the
interesting people weren’t celebrities, politicians and others of
that ilk but the wackos he worked with during the 1920s and 1930s in
So he mined his colleagues for enough material for two books:
Such Interesting People and More Interesting People. Both
are long out of print but I obtained them a few years ago through
Thinking back on my own days at the Daily News brought to mind
coworkers, somewhat less colorful than Casey’s wackos (because less
alcohol was involved) but with interesting quirks nonetheless. Some
He had been my classmate and friend at the University of
Chicago. He worked at City News, then United Press, which
transferred him to the Springfield bureau. UP expected to pay his
moving expenses: some clothes, a couple of boxes of books and such.
But they balked at moving his horse, so he had to sell it.
Fortunately, horsemanship was only one of Dave’s enthusiasms. For
a time he was into gymnastics. Later in life, when he was a highly
paid correspondent for Readers’ Digest, he took up sailing.
I’d learned that someone was leaving the Daily News, so I urged
Dave to apply. He did, and got the job. After a while he moved up to
the rewrite desk. Shortly after Christmas one year an ad appeared in
the classified section: "Best Prices Paid for Used Christmas Trees."
It gave Dave’s home phone number. The ad had to be an inside job. We
suspected another a rewrite man, but he denied it.
After Dave’s phone started ringing incessantly, he had to give up
and move back home with his parents in Hyde Park for a week or so.
He was feature editor when I was promoted to be his assistant.
We were responsible for feature articles and columns rather then
hard news. I soon discovered that instead of the usual procedure of
writing a headline for a story, Tom would write the headline first,
stick it in a drawer and wait for a suitable story to turn up. This
worked out more often than one might think. But one title I remember
never got in the paper unless it was used when I was on vacation. It
was a headline for a gardening story: "Weed "em and Reap."
Back in the 1950s, as part of the post-war building boom, people
were buying tract houses on low-cost former farmland in the suburbs.
The local water systems provided well water, so most houses needed
water softeners not provided by the builders. Joe, who always had an
entrepreneurial streak, set up a moonlighting business installing
water softeners. Like several other reporters, I bought one. Joe
came to our new house in Arlington Heights one night, installed the
water softener, and all was well.
But one morning, as I recall, a reporter named Bob came to work,
sought out Joe and said, "Damn it Joe, my toilet is flushing hot
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