There are a number of highly entertaining stories in this book, which is a memoir of Fowler’s days on the post World War I-era New York American, but the book can be a bit discursive at times. There’s a long setup for a meeting with a former, down on his luck colleague that gets disposed of in a paragraph, and many promises are made to tell certain stories, not all of which are kept. Also, there is nothing about Fowler’s editorial tenure. He died while the book was being written, and it does show. Heavy emphasis on Damon Runyon throughout. ( )

A favorite in my journalism collection. Acquired in 1962. ( )