Dec. 27, 1940: To most people living today, Westbrook Pegler is nothing more than a name – if that. His column on the death of F. Scott Fitzgerald will give you an idea of what he was like. “Peg” delivers quite a vicious takedown to the bard of the Jazz Age. 

“Where are they now, those flappers, male and female, whose problem never was hunger or lack of a job, or rather luxurious comforts, but just a yearning and churning such as every youth is troubled by, but in their great self-pity thought all this was something new?”