Quentin James Reynolds (April 11, 1902 New York City – March 17, 1965 San Francisco, California) was a journalist and World War II war correspondent. As associate editor at Collier's Weekly from 1933 to 1945, Reynolds averaged twenty articles a year. He also published twenty-five books, including The Wounded Don’t Cry, London Diary, Dress Rehearsal, and Courtroom, a biography of lawyer Samuel Leibowitz. After World War II, Reynolds was best known for his libel suit against Hearst columnist Westbrook Pegler (see Reynolds v. Pegler), who called him "yellow" and an "absentee war correspondent". Reynolds won $175,001, at the time the largest libel judgment ever. The trial was later made into a Broadway play, A Case of Libel. In 1953, Reynolds was the victim of a major literary hoax when he published The Man Who Wouldn’t Talk, the supposedly true story of a Canadian war hero who claimed to have been captured and tortured by German soldiers. When the hoax was exposed, Random House, Reynolds’ publisher, reclassified the book as a novel.
carrie leigh's hugh hefner haikus
Hef brings me flowers
tiger lilies, ochre veined
downcast, sleek black cups
sm...[read poem]
tiger lilies, ochre veined
downcast, sleek black cups
sm...
jesus the low rider
take a little trip
take a little trip with me
I see him through the k...[read poem]
take a little trip with me
I see him through the k...
submission
for Mark and Debra: Malleus Maleficarum
The ground was never recovered, nor the legio...[read poem]
The ground was never recovered, nor the legio...
love letters
I would give my husband drawings for grocery lists,
with smiling faces on the eggs, and spider ...[read poem]
with smiling faces on the eggs, and spider ...
superfly
Make your mind what you want it to be.
– Curtis Mayfield
Tired of waiting ...[read poem]
– Curtis Mayfield
Tired of waiting ...
passionata
Clinches in the storeroom
between fifty pound bags of flour,
barrels of oil and lard;...[read poem]
between fifty pound bags of flour,
barrels of oil and lard;...
venal vera
To the tune of 'The Foggy, Foggy Dew'
They call me Venal Vera, I'm a lovely from ...[read poem]
They call me Venal Vera, I'm a lovely from ...
true confessions variations
Ysidro calls me at night, meeya carra. his big
blonde bean, and slides his moustache acr...[read poem]
blonde bean, and slides his moustache acr...
skirt, my pretty name
and the space between my name and myself grows larger until...
– Rosalie Sings ...[read poem]
– Rosalie Sings ...
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