A letter from John O'Hara

Another reason why I wish I could have been around in the early days of The New Yorker. (Today In Letters)

However you too frequently reject flatly when a piece could easily be salvaged. That is my squawk about some pieces. In the case of the enclosed I honestly think you ought to read it again. It is better than its predecessor, and even Mother Woollcott wrote a fan letter about that one. He called it “pure gold” and told Gibbs he had read it twice. (Winchell, whose standards are probably less haughty, called it “a literary toy for the mind,” a statement which partly baffles me but at least shows Winchell’s heart is in the right place.)