Hello, old FOG (Friend Of the Gleaner.) When last we met, I told you what I’d learned — not very much — about the American melodramatist J. B. Studley, whose life was now and again glorious, was always momentous and was, at the end, hard. Why should it have been otherwise? An actor’s days are fraught with peril — those considering the profession should take that into account, forewarned being forearmed and all — and some of those hazards are no less fatal for being caged. This is the text of an article that appeared
I wish I had thought of posting such missives -- making them all up, of course -- in the weekly Wadena News when I worked there and the readership, subscribers, and advertisers were diminishing rapidly thanks to Facebook and the Internet. They would have increased the circulation substantially and saved the 108-year-old paper. Shucks. Too little, too late.
I wish I had thought of posting such missives -- making them all up, of course -- in the weekly Wadena News when I worked there and the readership, subscribers, and advertisers were diminishing rapidly thanks to Facebook and the Internet. They would have increased the circulation substantially and saved the 108-year-old paper. Shucks. Too little, too late.