Hollywood without make-up (1948)

UPPER CRUSTERS 69 smallest, most rural county seat we can find, and there we start a little country weekly. For a while it will probably be a little tough even to make ends meet, but we're both strong and courageous, aren't we?" "No," replied Mrs. Johnson firmly. "Well, anyway, we stick to it through thick and thin, with barely enough to eat at times, until finally hard work, long hours and plain living win out and we turn the corner. Think of the thrill it'll be the first week we check the books on Saturday night and find ourselves a dollar or two ahead!" "I will try," Mrs. Johnson said. "Meanwhile — now get this! — I will have been making, in a quiet way, something of a reputation for myself — another William Allen White! — wise, kindly, genial, never too busy to pause and pat a dog or a horse on the head — a wonderfully shrewd country editor of the old school whose penetrating paragraphs have begun to be picked up and reprinted in the city papers, until presently the biggest paper in the state sends for me to do a column of wise and salty comment to bear some such folksy head, I imagine, as Uncle Nun Sez. Our over-all loss on the venture so far is about half of our savings, but what does that matter when we're on the move and in a fight again?" "What, indeed?" "The column is an immediate and sensational success — a new voice, like a breath of clean, fresh country air. Everywhere the plain people, the backbone of the nation, begin to look to me for the word." "Why?" "Because I am one of them! I speak straight from a simple and honest heart, and that's the kind of language the common man understands." "Go on." "And then— New York! One year exactly from the day we left the county seat, the column, under its new head, Mr. Johnson States, makes its bow on the front page of the greatest paper in the