He headed his editorial "A Youthful Interim ... Youth Must Be Served!"
He was laying down his pen, he wrote, for a week-end holiday ... he had dug a can of bait and would go fishing, turning all the care and trouble of a newspaper over to youth and eagerness ... would forgot all his troubles for a few days....
The editorial made us roar with laughter ... Blair didn't know the trouble that was preparing for him.
I wrote a poem for the Scoop Club Edition of the Laurel Globe ...
"The Bottoms now I sing, where whiskey flows
And two-cent makes life coleur de rose,
Where negro shanties line the sordid way
And rounders wake by night who sleep by day—"