THE HONEYCOMB by Adela Rogers St. Johns


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Inevitably Honeycomb will be a honeypot and should be way up there--like # 2. No matter how loosely (over) written. No matter how uncut or unedited (in spite of the acknowledgement to her daughter Elaine who presumably did both)--it still runs to a bonanza 600 pages or what she would call ""a manuscript of terror-striking size."" But then, as Ernie Pyle once told her, ""Unpack your heart"" and she's got a trunkful of memories as wife, mother and reporter and the fourth ""incarnation"" as Woman--upper case on that one along with others in her list of Women including Marie Dressler and Pope Rose Kennedy. Well, as wife (or wives) to Ike; for fifteen years; to a second husband whose name she sometimes forgets; to a third, and in between the one man she really loved Washington newspaperman Ray Helgesen. As mother of several besides Elaine and including Bill who was killed in the Pacific. And as reporter, at eighteen, for Hearst (apotheosized here) in the early days of Hollywood with a complete Photoplayback of Valentino, Harlow, Pickford, Gable and her first girl friend, Mabel Normand ""found under a rosebush"" who ""died so gently"" after the great scandal. And as assigned to some of the biggest cases of the decades: the Hauptmann trial; Huey Long; Mrs. Wally Simpson and the abdication--""the heart of England was broken"" and so was hers. She just doesn't like her. And when last seen, off to the Gandhi assassination...Some fifty years, not only unpacked but packed and it will be read by many who will read on and on, painlessly. Mary Worth on the Front Page.

Pub Date: Aug. 22nd, 1969
Publisher: Doubleday