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Various,  The New Yorker/Volume 1/Number 3 (1925)

“ And finally his anteroom, with its confabs which sometimes arise at two in the morning daily spectacle of men offering up their immortal across the stacks of wheats in eating places off Park souls and women offering up their beautiful white Row and Times Square. A month ago and such a bodies in their white-hot yearning for the front page, debate would have been spiritless for there was only must make any managing editor a little sick of the one answer. But now Van Anda of the Times is not whole inglorious scuffle and drive him further within a newspaperman in New York. ”
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Various,  The New Yorker/Volume 1/Number 3 (1925)

“ Plays that require an old-world touch, Every Wednesday I laid off My triumph came To see a matinee, When I played chess with kings and queens, Being docked the while Heirs-apparent, princesses and Lords; Three from my eighteen weekly dollars. The critics raved, discovered me, But I saw Barrymores, And smart New York rushed in to see the play, Drew, Gillette, Maude Adams, "Where royalty behaves as we who know them know Saw each move they made, "Real royalty behaves." ”
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Various,  The New Yorker/Volume 1/Number 3 (1925)

“ Mr. Budlong, frantic as he watched the story spread from the blatant American headlines to those of the dignified Times, passed his days and nights in consultation with twelve-count 'em, twelve-lawyers. It did look like a great story: woman locked in her home; refused food; denied communication with the outside world; on the point of starvation; shut off from her friends--great stuff!
Only, it wasn't exactly so. She could have had all the food she wanted. She could see anyone except reporters. She could telephone anyone she wished except reporters.
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