Spavins

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A Fairy Tale Life

A reporter’s life “is like the plot of ‘Black Beauty.’ Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus, sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.” 

—A. J. Liebling (1904-1963), press critic, quoted in David Remnick’s “Samuel I. Newhouse, Jr., the Longtime Owner of The New Yorker and Chairman of Condé Nast, Has Died at Eighty-nine,” The New Yorker, Oct. 16, 2017. (Thanks to alert WORDster Mark Larson)

• Editorial Comment: Bran mash will always beat potato peelings in any newsroom I know.



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