O.O. McIntyre
Dayton Daily News/July 1, 1914
New York, July 1. There are, strictly speaking, thousands of people in New York who believe that friends of Stanford White are behind the efforts to block Harry Thaw’s freedom. A number of newspaper men who sympathize with White are continually urging that something be done in the Thaw case.
Arthur Brisbane, the editor of the Evening Journal, has created somewhat of a sensation by saying editorially:
“Thaw killed White. It might, perhaps, have been as well had justice killed Thaw.
“But the trial declared him Insane—largely because the jury felt that the killing of White was a useful act.
“If Thaw is insane he should go back to the insane asylum. It he is not insane he should go free . . .
“The attempt to extradite Thaw as a criminal, guilty of conspiracy, is preposterous. If he was a lunatic he could not conspire. The law does not hold any lunatic responsible for his acts.
“If Thaw was sane and capable of entering into a conspiracy he should not be returned to the asylum. There is no law to keep a sane man there.”
Celebrated lawyers have discussed the editorial and agreed that Mr. Brisbane’s logic is excellent.
Winsted is getting ready to entertain the Bald Head club of America In October. (The files are about all gone by that time.) The club hopes that each year out of the millions of tests made by its members one remedy that actually grows hair will come through. It is declared by the club president that all bald-headed men are optimists.
Someone has written in one of the current magazines that writing men, especially In New York, are a jealous lot. It is an unjust aspersion. Take, for instance, Herbert Corey, one of the best writers about Broadway topics extant. Several weeks ago Corey, with Mrs. Corey, beat it for the other side, and Corey in due course of time began writing letters to his paper about his trip. Now, if the writing men are a jealous lot it would be presumed that those left to swelter In New York would show it in Corey’s case. Instead, nearly every columnist has referred to Corey and his travel stories in complimentary terms. It is our idea that there is less jealousy among newspaper men than among men in any other profession.
When Charley Herzog brought his Cincinnati Reds over to the Polo grounds and met with ignominious defeat the first day he Is said to have said some things to the members of his team that evening at the “Mourners’ Bench” that have no place here. In fact, what he said sounded like McGraw when his “jaw-hinges” were well oiled. McGraw told Herzog when the season opened that his hope lay in keeping the Reds “on their toes.” Herzog seems to be doing it. It also developed when Herzog was here why he is called “The Canteloupe King.” It seems that a number of years ago he sent a muskmelon to one of the baseball writers from Maryland—hence the appellation.
Fifth avenue’s “Gentleman Beggar” has been discovered. He is Joseph Vono, and his place of business has been at Fifth avenue and Fifty-ninth street. He is said to have $15,000 in the bank and sends $10 a, week to his wife In Italy. He has lived for some time in a handsome West End avenue apartment and wears evening clothes at the smart entertainments he gives.
Little Neck, L.I. has decided to change its name. The residents dislike to have their community associated with a species of clams. They claim that many prospective residents have been kept away because of the name.
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