A Pause to Copy: Memoir of Louis M. Lyons-Journalist
with Conscience and Integrity Volume Iv
By Franklyn Grace Lyo and M.A. Lyons
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Franklyn Grace Lyo
Mary Ann Lyons, Ph.D. lives on a farm in Maryland with her family. She received her B.S. in Kinesiological Sciences and her M.A. in Physical Education, Health and Recreation from the University of Maryland-College Park, Class of ’75, ’82 and her doctorate in Educational Psychology-Human Learning from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, Class of ’91. She holds an Advanced Professional Certification in Secondary Mathematics Grades 5-12 from the Maryland State Department of Education. She was a teaching professor/lecturer at the University of Wisconsin-Madison 1991-1994 and a visiting full professor at Temple University in Philadelphia 1995-2000. Currently she is a tenured teacher of secondary mathematics for the Frederick County Public School System in Maryland, is the Director of the Louis M. Lyons Foundation and a Consulting Editor for the Nieman Foundation for Journalism at Harvard University. She is the grand-daughter of Louis M. Lyons. Frankee Lyons lives on the Red Sleigh Farm in Mount Airy, Maryland with her family. She is a rising senior at Linganore High School. Her bi-monthly newspaper commentary column is published in the Frederick News-Post and can be found on-line at www.FrederickNewsPost.com/columnists. Frankee is a volunteer docent at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, a volunteer at the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C. and a Student Area Coordinator for Amnesty International. She is a member of her high school’s county championship Academic Team, the National Honor Society, the National English Honor Society and the National Merit Scholars Program. Frankee is a student in the Hood Start Program at Hood College in Frederick, Maryland where she studies History, Literature, Sociology and Media Production. Each day she surrounds herself with good books, great films, speedy technology, deep friendships, inspirational teachers, awesome grandparents, pleasure-seeking cats and her humorous, challenging, supportive, caring and loving sisters. Frankee is the great grand-daughter of Louis M. Lyons.
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A Pause to Copy - Franklyn Grace Lyo
Copyright © 2008 by M.A. Lyons.
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Contents
EDITOR’S PREFACE
WITH CONSCIENCE
AND INTEGRITY
LOUIS M. LYONS
Volume IV
Memoir of Louis M. Lyons
Journalist
INTRODUCTION
ONE
Cub Reporter
TWO
The First Real Story
THREE
Police Strike
FOUR
Night Side
FIVE
City Room After Shift
SIX
Vagrant Instincts
SEVEN
Leather Puttees
EIGHT
Benefactors
NINE
Jack Lyons’s Boy
TEN
Financial Writer
ELEVEN
Unionman
TWELVE
Another Job
THIRTEEN
College Faculty
FOURTEEN
Agricultural Editor
FIFTEEN
Tyro on Meiklejohn
SIXTEEN
Coolidge
SEVENTEEN
Apprenticeship
EIGHTEEN
Green Reporter, Your Honor
NINETEEN
Graduate Student at Harvard
TWENTY
Sensitive Ear
TWENTY-ONE
Writing—Tool of the Trade
TWENTY-TWO
Fog
TWENTY-THREE
Leg Men
TWENTY-FOUR
The Grail of Journalism: Objectivity
TWENTY-FIVE
Tribe of Realists
TWENTY-SIX
The Lobster Watch
TWENTY-SEVEN
Three Old Time Reporters
TWENTY-EIGHT
Shadow of Sacco-Vanzetti
TWENTY-NINE
Victims of Politics
THIRTY
Unhinged
THIRTY-ONE
Excuses
THIRTY-TWO
Editorial Writers
THIRTY-THREE
Pounding and Pressing
THIRTY-FOUR
Uncle Dudley Writers
THIRTY-FIVE
Schlesinger Bowdlerized
THIRTY-SIX
President Emeritus,
Charles W. Eliot, Harvard:
Marks of an Educated Man
THIRTY-SEVEN
Coverage: Eliot vs. Valentino
THIRTY-EIGHT
Luck of the Find
THIRTY-NINE
Oversighting Profiles
FORTY
Hard-Mouthed Idealism
FORTY-ONE
Lindy
FORTY-TWO
Lindbergh Kidnapping Trial
FORTY-THREE
Lindbergh Verdict
FORTY-FOUR
Dangers of Eye Witness Testimony
FORTY-FIVE
Shipwreck Survivors:
Interview Scoop
FORTY-SIX
An Eclipse of the Sun
FORTY-SEVEN
Reporter Ingenuity
FORTY-EIGHT
Vicarious Pulitzer Awards
FORTY-NINE
World’s Wise Men
FIFTY
Advertiser Pressure: The Milk Story
FIFTY-ONE
Property of the Globe:
Cranberry Bogs Stories
FIFTY-TWO
Natural Newspaper Editor
FIFTY-THREE
Blanch Celery, not Blanche Celery: BROCcoli not BroCOli
FIFTY-FOUR
Illusions of Newspaper Titles
FIFTY-FIVE
Heart and Spirit of the Globe
FIFTY-SIX
Winship
FIFTY-SEVEN
Lunch and Cigars with the Editors
FIFTY-EIGHT
The Rise of Populism
FIFTY-NINE
New Form of Editorial
SIXTY
Mergers
SIXTY-ONE
Prince of Whales, Edward VIII
SIXTY-TWO
Tenets of the Monitor
SIXTY-THREE
An Irreverent Staff
SIXTY-FOUR
Transcript Colleague
SIXTY-FIVE
City Editor
SIXTY-SIX
Bottleneck
SIXTY-SEVEN
Quit on the Spot
SIXTY-EIGHT
File a Split Wire
SIXTY-NINE
Written Without Notes
SEVENTY
Epigrammatic Brevities
SEVENTY-ONE
Verbatim
SEVENTY-TWO
Tut-Tut Talk
SEVENTY-THREE
Neighbors of Rural Youth
SEVENTY-FOUR
Farm Lessons
SEVENTY-FIVE
Early Economics
SEVENTY-SIX
Homestead
SEVENTY-SEVEN
Reading List
SEVENTY-EIGHT
Peddlers
SEVENTY-NINE
Taking Stock
EIGHTY
Horse Financing
EIGHTY-ONE
Tolerance
EIGHTY-TWO
Chopping Wood
EIGHTY-THREE
Social Awareness
EIGHTY-FOUR
Schooling
EIGHTY-FIVE
In On Foot
EIGHTY-SIX
A Week of Headlines
EIGHTY-SEVEN
Presses Washed Out
EIGHTY-EIGHT
Words of Encouragement
EIGHTY-NINE
Man on the Beat
NINETY
Newspaper Row
NINETY-ONE
Rewrite Man
NINETY-TWO
Election Coverage
NINETY-THREE
Election Nights
NINETY-FOUR
Cardboard Box Polling
NINETY-FIVE
Off the Hook
NINETY-SIX
Early Returns
NINETY-SEVEN
Emily Post
NINETY-EIGHT
Acme of Integrity
NINETY-NINE
Alf Landon
ONE HUNDRED
Non-Aligned Neutrality
ONE HUNDRED ONE
Legends
ONE HUNDRED TWO
Privileged Characters
ONE HUNDRED THREE
Advertising
ONE HUNDRED FOUR
Babe Ruth: Circling Around
ONE HUNDRED FIVE
Sacred Cows
ONE HUNDRED SIX
Cooperative Movement
ONE HUNDRED SEVEN
Sit Down Strikes
ONE HUNDRED EIGHT
Reorganization
ONE HUNDRED NINE
Sunday Editor
ONE HUNDRED TEN
Sunday Writer
ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN
Theater Critics
ONE HUNDRED TWELVE
Yellow Journalism
ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN
Confidential Chats
ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN
Jaded Moralizing
ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN
Pre WWII
ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN
Ambassador Joseph P. Kennedy
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN
JFK—Off the Record
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN
Scoops
ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN
Lowest Common Denominator
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY
Cutting Room Floor
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE
Brevity
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO
An Issue of Conscience
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE
Reporting
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR
Reporters’ Club
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE
Early Excitement Gone
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX
Transmission Typos
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN
Civilizing Forces
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT
Commuting to Boston
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE
Suburban Citizenship
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY
Moving to Cambridge
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE
Harvard’s Attitude
Regarding Journalism
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-TWO
Nieman Fellowship Program
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE
Selected as Nieman Fellow
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR
Lunch with Felix Frankfurter
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE
Professor Samuel Eliot Morison’s Student
ONE HUNDREDTHIRTY-SIX
Harvard Coursework First Term
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN
Bruening and Elliott:
Government Regulation Class
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT
Felix Frankfurter’s Law Course
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE
Midyear Exams
ONE HUNDRED FORTY
Harvard Second Term
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-ONE
Granville Hicks
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-TWO
Irving Dillard:
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE
Edwin A. Lahey:
Chicago Daily News
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR
Harvard Lectures
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE
Archibald MacLeish’s Nieman Dinners
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX
First Class of Nieman Fellows: Adding Up the Experience
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN
Lunch with the
President of Harvard
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-EIGHT
Pro Tem Curator
ONE HUNDRED FORTY-NINE
Conceptualizing the
Nieman Program
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY
Second Year Nieman Dinner Guests
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-ONE
Henry L. Mencken: Baltimore Sun
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO
Offer: U.S. Information Officer, England, WWII
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE
Counter Offer: Nieman Curatorship
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-FOUR
Harvard’s Notions of Publicity
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-FIVE
Crimson Public Relations
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX
Chairmanship of the Nieman Selection Committee
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN
Too Many Well
Qualified Candidates
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT
Decision by Committee
ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE
Optimal Number of
Nieman Fellows
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY
Moderator of Nieman Sessions
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-ONE
Fellows on Campus
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO
Conservatism Behind
Harvard’s Public Image
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE
Time Limit on FDR’s Remarks
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR
Absence of Prejudice on
Harvard’s Campus?
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE
Libeling Colleges
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-SIX
McCarthy Hysteria
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVEN
Irreconcilable Communism
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-EIGHT
The Furry Case
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-NINE
Harvard Commencements
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY
Crisp Epigrammatic Citations:
Bestowing Honorary
Harvard Degrees
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE
Ancient and Universal
Company of Scholars
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-TWO
Radio Days
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE
Radio Broadcast Journalist: WGBH
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FOUR
Wire Services
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FIVE
Broadcast Writing
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-SIX
Tyranny of Time
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-SEVEN
Radio Commentary
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-EIGHT
Informed Reports
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-NINE
Cambridge Listeners
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY
Interviewer
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-ONE
Television and Radio Journalist: WGBH Simulcast
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-TWO
On Becoming a Public Character
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-THREE
Station Programming
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-FOUR
The Press and the People
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-FIVE
Edward R. Murrow
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX
Television Production
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN
Daily Broadcasting Routine
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-EIGHT
Robert Frost
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-NINE
Peabody Award for
Broadcasting 1957
ONE HUNDRED NINETY
Greatest Spirits I Had Known
ONE HUNDRED NINETY-ONE
No Morgue
ONE HUNDRED NINETY-TWO
Death of Robert Frost:
Bravery is All
ONE HUNDRED NINETY-THREE
Death of President Kennedy: Realization of Loss
FINAL THOUGHTS
July 1981
Remembrances
ABOUT THE EDITOR
The Louis M. Lyons Foundation
Dedicated
to the
Preservation, Research and Education
of
Conscience and Integrity in Communications
WITH CONSCIENCE AND INTEGRITY
Volume I
The Ruralist
Columnist 1920-1922
Volume II
G’Nights
The Dialect of Home
Editorialist 1927-1931
Volume III
War Scribe
First Reports Out: Europe Post V-E Day
Foreign War Correspondent 1945
Volume IV
A Pause to Copy
Memoir of Louis M. Lyons
Journalist
Volume V
Pruitt-Igoe: The True Story of Bidwood #19
. . . and I set to with such relish as to have accumulated a pile of hand-written manuscripts the first week, stopped only with the realization that I was going to have to copy it all, for no one else could interpret my scribble. So I shall continue to write, after this pause to copy.
Louis M. Lyons
Cambridge
July 1981
EDITOR’S PREFACE
WITH CONSCIENCE
AND INTEGRITY
Louis M. Lyons was a twentieth century American print and broadcast journalist, son of Massachusetts, who was born in September of 1897 and who died in April of 1982. The body of work he left behind spans the spectrum of communications and events of that century. His legacy rests with those who see the world and comment with conscience and integrity. Harvard University’s Nieman Foundation for Journalism annually awards journalists whose exemplary work represents the best of communications with conscience and integrity. This award is named in honor of my grandfather, Louis M. Lyons.
America in the early 1960’s was difficult for this wordsmith. The assassination of President John F. Kennedy was deeply felt by him. The moral compass of the country was disturbing to him, primarily the issues of race relations here at home and the bloodbath in Southeast Asia. Personally and professionally saddened by these national disgraces and the lack of inspirational leadership, he listened to the comforting advice of his friend, publisher Alfred P. Knopf. Knopf implored him to write his memoirs to gain perspective on where we’ve come as a country and to offer hope for where we are to go forward together.
The typewriter on the desk in his den on the second floor of his home in Cambridge, Massachusetts on Kenway Street became his retreat. He wrote there during the late winter of 1963 through the early spring of 1964. His style of writing was stream of consciousness. His memoir became a conversation from his heart, beaten out by hand on the keys of his battered manual word machine. The chapters were not written in the chronological order of his life. They do, as was his intent, flow together effortlessly. Meant to be delivered as a rough draft copy to Knopf, they were left unpolished, the edges untouched by a copy editor. Months into this endeavor, the shock of Alfred Knopf’s untimely death resulted in the manuscript being boxed and shelved away in the third floor attic of his home. Without his friend’s presence eagerly awaiting the read and with the loss of his encouragement, the project ceased to exist. Decades later, shortly before his own death, the box was found. His perusal of the contents led him to compose his final thoughts.
The manuscript was acquired by well-meaning friends after his death and pieces were re-produced out of context by many, including the Massachusetts Historical Society and the Nieman Foundation in their Nieman Reports. Indeed, the effort of his original manuscript renewed his own memory as a few years later he undertook the massive literary effort of writing a comprehensive history of The Boston Globe and writings for the Nieman Foundation. Themes found in his previous writings pre-1963 wound their way onto those pages. An overlap is obvious. He comments on this in his final thoughts written in 1981, wistfully remarking that he wished he had had the manuscript in hand when he subsequently wrote the books and other writings because it would have made the tasks so much easier.
After his death, the original manuscript was kept by his widow Totty[spelling?] at Kenway Street. After her death, it was lovingly hidden away in the sock drawer of his youngest son, Thomas Tolman Lyons, for many years and then transferred to his second son, my father, John Winship Lyons, where he kept it hidden in the back of his top desk drawer. Totty’s daughter, Sheila King, kept a full photo-copy of the manuscript along with the original final thoughts in a box deep in the back of the top shelf of her daughter’s closet.
In the spring of 2004 the family decided to allow the manuscript to be made public. By unanimous agreement, the children of Louis M. Lyons gave me, his granddaughter, the distinct privilege and honor of being his final editor.
I then began an exciting journey through the life and times of my grandfather. Transcribing the memoir into a digital format became the thrust of my initial efforts. After purchasing a laptop computer, my daughter (his great-granddaughter Margaret Jessee Lyons) and I spent a week in July on the Outer Banks of North Carolina beginning what would turn into an eight month task for me of digitally preserving the original manuscript in preparation for editing and publishing.
After having read through the manuscript several times, and in the midst of transcribing and editing them, by the fall of 2004 I decided I was ready for the road. I traveled from my farm in Maryland to Cambridge, Boston, Springfield, Reading, Norwell and Newburyport in Massachusetts to Portsmouth, New Hampshire, Vermont and Washington, D.C. I retraced his steps, speaking to his children, his remaining colleagues and his contemporary professionals and walked the same streets and roads as he did while contemplating the same sunrises and sunsets of his life. During my travels, after a day or evening of being the recipient of first class meals, hospitality and warm talks of memories of my grandfather, I would retreat to a hotel room and continue the clacking input of his memoirs to digital disk, the next day finding me back on the road.
The text of the memoir revealed tangents of writing that were not well known to his family nor to his colleagues. Hidden within the pages were slivers of revelations that sent me off in new directions. He mentioned that he wrote for the Christian Science Monitor a column called The Ruralist and His Problems
which led me to the Mary Baker Eddy Library in Boston to talk with their curator and librarian archivist. Showing them the original manuscript and elements of his writing samples, they agreed that he could be the heretofore anonymous writer of these columns. In those days columnists’ writings were considered the property of the publisher and therefore writers were not given bylines. Fires had destroyed their business records from the early part of that century, and so they were unable to document his contributions to their organization.
The columns were written in the early 1920’s while he was living in Springfield, Massachusetts and writing for the Springfield Republican. His wife’s mother and her sisters Ruth and Ethel were practicing Christian Scientists, even though he and his wife were not. Through his earlier work as an agricultural reporter in Springfield and his then current position as a reporter, his knowledge of the western Massachusetts’ countryside, seasons, harvests and farmers’ issues was vast and deep. The archivist had me follow her to the microfiche files of the Christian Science Monitor, where we spent the afternoon searching out an example of these early columns, of which we found two. The writing was his. I was told that the archives of the paper had invested in ProQuest, a process of scanning the newspapers for digital preservation and then meticulously cataloguing the information. This service was not available for the public to peruse or research in their library. As a child of card catalogues and the stacks, having completed my master’s thesis and doctoral dissertations on typewriters with bottles of white out in the pre-computer age, I cringed at the thought of hours besides boxes of rolls of microfiche, trying to piece together these columns with a bucket of quarters in the middle of my local library. Back at the hotel I made a round of calls and found that the National Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. had the ProQuest of the Christian Science Monitor all the way back to the beginning of the paper. This meant that the early 1920’s would be part of this file. They invited me to come and research my grandfather’s work using their resources. I drove straight down to D.C. from Boston through the night, afraid that the persons that I had talked to that late afternoon would somehow change their mind by the next morning. It was worth the ride. I spent the next few days in fourteen hour stretches sequestered in a basement room with complete access to the archives. The museum was undergoing renovations at the time, and so for my inconvenience
they gave me free prints of his columns and all the other coverage of his life over the years as published by the Christian Science Monitor. I left clutching all 128 columns of The Ruralist and His Problems
and feeling profoundly the kindness of strangers.
Feeling a newfound confidence, I returned directly to Cambridge to the WGBH studios in search of anyone or anything reminiscent of my grandfather. He was one of the first radio news broadcasters and then one of the first television news anchors for the station. To my delight the head of WGBH took my call and enthusiastically recalled his memories of my grandfather. He invited me to the studio directly. I showed up promptly. I was met by the head of the preservation department. She was delightful and introduced me to a young man whose duties were to catalog on the computer the warehouse of radio and television tapes and to help select those worthy of digital preservation, an incredibly expensive process and therefore reserved for only a highly select few. He immediately told me a story that happened to him many months before when he came upon film tapings of Edward R. Murrow being interviewed by Louis Lyons. He slipped the films to the union technicians in the building and asked them to transfer them to videotape, a process that also was expensive and done only after a highly selective process. He said he knew these tapes were exceptional, after all, Edward R. Murrow! He then began seeing Louis Lyons tapes everywhere and occasionally would slip one down the hall to his buddies in the tech shop to have them transferred to video format.
The computer screen in front of him was blazing with columns of dates and names and programs. He picked up a small cardboard box, opened it revealing an old wheeled tape from a radio program long ago. He explained that these tapes would deteriorate if played now, and therefore only one play through would be left and that play through would have to be done by a certified technician that would be preserving it to the next level of technology. After that play through, the tape was unusable. Many of the tapes disintegrate during the process. He rolled his chair across the room and dug out a handful of videos.
Offering to set me up down the hall with a video machine, he settled me in front of a screen, showed me how to manipulate the controls, switched off the lights and closed the door. I then watched hours of my grandfather interviewing Murrow, Navy Admirals, freedom rider photographers and others. My favorite was a Christmas program where he traded places with Julia Childs and they filmed in each other’s studios pretending to be the other. She could be seen developing strips of film with the conductor of the Boston Symphony and he making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in her apron at her kitchen counter with her fancy knives. A pre-broadcast taping of his anguish and anger at hearing of the assassination of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was riveting. I wept. Seeing my grandfather alive again and hearing his voice after 22 years since his passing was unbelievably moving. I am glad I was alone.
I had to rewind the first tape three times because I found it hard to pay attention to the content of the interview. I was focused on his hands, his face, his voice, his eyebrows, his coat jacket, his tie, his collar; everything except the words exchanged between him and Murrow! While rewinding one of the tapes, I became bored and sketched the initials LML with the dates 1897-1982 on a piece paper and used a thumbtack to attach it to a blank bulletin board in the room. Hours later, the young preservationist stuck his head into the room and asked me how I was doing. We chit chatted while I gathered up the tapes. He stood dumbfounded in the center of the room. I asked him if he was ill and he shook his head and pointed to my paper. What is that? Where did that come from? What does that mean?
he gasped.
Apparently he did not know that LML were Louis Lyons’s initials. He hustled me out the room and down the hall and opened a door to a huge warehouse of tapes. He walked me along the floor to ceiling shelves saying over and over LML. LML. LML. LML… . They’re all LML! I had no idea. I thought the only Louis Lyons tapes were those marked ‘Louis Lyons.’ Oh… my… God!
I smiled and nodded in pride. I returned to the station several times and had many wonderful conversations with the staff. They were busy telling me that they had received a grant to digitally preserve the Lyons-Murrow interviews. True to their word, a year later my Cambridge relatives, Sheila and Bill King, sent to our farm in Maryland a tape of the PBS rebroadcast of these interviews that had aired in Boston on WGBH in 2006. This was a wonderful tribute for my grandfather and an exciting moment for our family. My experiences at WGBH were a preliminary survey of the field of his broadcast artifacts. It is rich and idle. There is a paucity of funds for film preservation and the sheer volume presents a daunting task. The delicate procedure resulting in the disintegration of the original tapings is problematic and risky. I look forward to returning to the warehouse one day with a plan and funding.
In February of 2005 I had completed the data entry of the manuscript and was contemplating the publishing process. At this time my mother reminded me that my brother, Louis M. Lyons II, had been bequeathed the morgue books of my grandfather’s Boston Globe writings and the scrapbooks kept of many of his newspaper articles from the Springfield Republican. Lugging two huge suitcases up to the farm one morning, he unzipped a treasure trove of the original yellowing and brittle newspaper clippings and presented them to me in the middle of the living room floor. Weeks went by as my family patiently allowed me to sit on a stool in the middle this room and arrange and read and share all of the exciting articles. After having read the behind the scenes stories of these events in his memoir, to actually see the final production and publishing of these events was intriguing. I was particularly astonished by the Globe’s morgue book, given to him upon his retirement covering all of his World War II correspondence.
In his memoir, my grandfather only briefly mentioned this experience in Europe in 1945 and likewise he briefly mentioned his writings of an editorial column that he wrote concerning his home life in Reading, Massachusetts between 1927 and 1931. His children had mentioned these stories to me several times. I then started to reevaluate the project in front of me.
Around this time the Curator of the Nieman Foundation made a connection with the Dean of the School of Journalism at Northwestern University on my behalf. I was invited to send my edited version of the manuscript to them and they might then be interested in considering including it in their revitalization of journalism curricula for students and scholars in the field of communications. I was hesitant. I wasn’t ready. I was missing something. I agreed to send it along when it was ready. Little did I know at the time that more than two years would pass before I felt that I had properly designed the presentation of my grandfather’s work.
The memoir and accumulating writings presented more than one book possibility. I was overwhelmed and out of money. I packed the laptop and the piles of papers and morgue books up, placed them under my bed and began teaching mathematics at a local public high school in the fall of 2005. I was haunted and weighted down by the lack of movement of what I began referring to as the LML Project.
The summer of 2006 found me on my hands and knees dragging all of the neglected works in progress out in front of me from their winter hibernation under my bed. With the encouragement of my three daughters, Jessee, Franklyn Grace Lyons and Annee Lyons, I renewed my attempts to bring my grandfather’s writings to the publication stage.
My first step was to formalize the business aspects of the project. I created a non-profit organization, The Louis M. Lyons Foundation, and dedicated its purpose to the preservation, research and education of conscience and integrity in communications.
Around this time, Shirley Elder, the wife of my grandfather’s eldest son Richard Louis Lyons, sent to the farm a green folder with a few mimeographed editorial stories that had been mentioned by many in the past. With no dates and a guess by his daughter, Margaret Lyons Ford, that they may have been published in the Springfield Republican and a cover page typed by Richard remembering some of his childhood neighbor friends forever preserved in these stories of almost eighty years before, I was hooked. I needed to find out where and when they were written. They all possessed his byline.
My daughters Frankee and Annee then spent a summer week of twelve hour days with me in Washington, D.C. at the Library of Congress. We began by subtracting 75 years from the current date to determine when my uncle was five years old. Then we, gulp, scrolled through each and every AM and PM section of each and every day of every Massachusetts publication from 1925 onward on microfiche; an awesome task. We discovered they were originally published in The Boston Globe. We then found and dated all of the columns in the green folder and discovered quickly that there were more and more and more of them. We finished with 77 editorials in all.
Back on the farm the pile of the LML Project had now grown. I made a decision to produce an LML Collection beginning with his writings in chronological order: Volume I, The Ruralist, his columns from 1922-1924; Volume II, G’Nights: The Dialect of Home, his editorials from 1927-1931; Volume III, War Scribe: First Reports Out: Europe Post V-E Day, his articles from 1945; and Volume IV, A Pause to Copy: Memoir of Louis M. Lyons, Journalist My rationale was that a student of writing would study a progression of his writing, a developed mastery of different styles and a variation in method that became a word tapestry woven across a career of a voice in journalism. I contacted a publisher, recommended by Shirley and selected by my children for being Green,
and agreed to a multi-book arrangement. I was committed. But then again, I procrastinated by shoving the mass onto a table in the hallway in front of my bedroom. I returned to teaching in the fall of 2006. Every day I walked by the mess on the table and sighed.
The summer of 2007 brought the final steps in the publication of these books. A major obstacle to the completion of The Ruralist and G’Nights was gaining the permission from The Boston Globe to use LML’s previously published materials. After a year of negotiations, a hero named Toby Leith, the Content Licensing Manager for The Boston Globe, formally granted me permission to republish. One person can make a difference… the power of one!
With the light at the end of the tunnel now visible, my daughters chose to dust off a manuscript of their grandfather’s, Louis’s son John, which John wrote in 1971. It is the true story of his involvement with others in the final years of the Pruitt-Igoe Public Housing project in St. Louis, Missouri from 1969 to 1971. It is an important story of black vs. white and black vs. black fears of the time and became Volume V, Pruitt-Igoe: The True Story of Bidwood #19 in the LML Collection. My father has no idea about this and will not find out until after the book goes to press. Not only is the work significant and an example of conscience and integrity, it is also a tribute to him from his grandchildren for being the backbone, along with their grandmother Grace, of the entire effort.
All three of my daughters have given effortlessly to this project. Jessee preserved my father’s book, helped with the transcribing of the beginning chapters of the memoir, and was the first one standing to tell me This is important and you must do it.
Frankee preserved the WWII articles and was a phenom on the microfiche research. My youngest, Annee, preserved the editorials and the columns and also helped with the microfiche, although she admittedly got stuck on reading the original articles on Babe Ruth, FDR, the Marx Brothers and her favorite—the Will Rogers’ Dispatches that filled the body of the newspapers of the late twenties. These distractions reduced her microfiche output considerably! And so be it, the true, living legacy of my grandfather. He would be proud of their tenacity and interest. He would be awestruck by our farmhouse humming to the whirlwind of four laptops going all at once throughout the summer nights and days. My children recognize the significance of his contributions and the need to bring his works into the hands of twenty first century students and scholars of communications as well as the necessity of enlightening the following generations to the ability and possibility of communicating with conscience and integrity.
My greatest pride in this endeavor was the ability to have delivered to my father and mother, my Aunt Mardie, my pal Uncle Tommy and my godmother Aunt Eleanor, my Uncle Rich and Aunt Shirley, my Aunt Emily, and my Aunt Sheila and Uncle Willie these texts. For it is they who will derive the most meaning from the words. It is they who make me proud to be a Lyons.
The LML Collection represents a gathering of my grandfather’s writings which is in no way exhaustive of his entire life’s works. This is a beginning. Along the way more of his writings may be added, along with the writings of others, that illuminate the power of writing with conscience and integrity to change the world. That is our hope. Cheers.
Mary Ann Lyons, Ph.D.
The Red Sleigh Farm
Mount Airy, Maryland
7/7/07
LOUIS M. LYONS
Louis Lyons was a man of many talents. A leading reporter of The Boston Globe, one whom Felix Frankfurter called the best reporter of his generation, an innovative curator of the Harvard’s Nieman Foundation, one of public broadcasting’s first and most honored newsmen. He knew everybody, and could summon the great and near-great to his nightly news program which he always began with Here’s the news… and ended with… that’s the news.
Growing up in Norwell, he married his high school sweetheart, Margaret Tolman, lived for almost 30 years in Reading, Massachusetts. Active in town affairs he commuted to The Boston Globe (1923-1946) where he covered everything from city hall to FDR’s New Deal and post WWII Europe.
His tennis court was the center of neighborhood life. In 1946-1949 his life went through dramatic changes. Harvard President Conant made him the full-time Curator of the Nieman Foundation for journalism and his loving partner of 27 years, Margaret Tolman, died in 1949.
A whole new life began in Cambridge. He married his secretary, Totty Malone, in 1950, a 32-year full-time partnership of great love and joy. His interests were lively and varied, he loved good talk. The living room on Kenway Street in Cambridge was a place of great warmth, martinis, story telling and many visitors.
Thomas Tolman Lyons
Newburyport, Massachusetts
Summer 2006
108.jpgLouis M. Lyons, 1940s
Volume IV
A Pause to Copy
Memoir of Louis M. Lyons
Journalist
For my father
John Winship Lyons
INTRODUCTION
My grandfather buried the lede deep when he wrote his memoir, all the way at the very end. His last words, of realization of loss
, captured the reason for his writing journey. He was in the winter of his sixty-sixth year in late 1963, President Kennedy had just been assassinated in November, war was brewing in Southeast Asia, he had returned from a three month tour of Africa to a home nation deeply divided by racial hatred and violence in the intervening years and he was witnessing the advent of technology changing the speed of information flow and shrinking the nation and the world at a breathtaking pace. His personal and professional life had spanned the spectrum of horse drawn wagons and the telegraph to jet airliners and satellite feeds. The world seemed to be spinning faster with each news cycle. While a nation grieved the death of their young president, time stood still. The present lingered. It was painful to look back, yet impossible to see ahead. The death of John Kennedy was a shock. The country lost their leader. Boston lost their son. Harvard lost their educated man. Youth and hope were gone.
My grandfather turned to his craft as a wordsmith for solace, to try to make personal sense of the events. He looked back on his life and wove together a seamless story that traced his foot prints through the world as a son of Massachusetts and a twentieth century print and broadcast journalist. The story is a memoir, not an autobiography. It is storytelling at its best. Each story segues into the next, his voice carrying the reader along as if they were spending an afternoon with him in his living room at 9 Kenway Street in Cambridge, watching the sun fall lazily under the yardarm while being transported back in time. The story is over when he finally squares the circle and gives us those final words. When he wrote the last phrase, he stopped. His story was over. He placed the pages in a box and put the box in the attic. It was early 1964. That June, Harvard conferred upon him an Honorary Doctorate. Seventeen years passed. In July of 1981, in his eighty-fourth year, the box was rediscovered. He reread his story. It generated new remembrances. He bridged the gap of time. He wrote it all down. He placed the newly spun pages into the box and back up under the attic eves.
His last seasons began. That summer turned into a colorful, aromatic fall, followed by a crisp, clear winter. Spring found his family and friends gathered at Memorial Chapel in Harvard Yard, eulogizing his life lived with conscience and integrity. I sat in the second pew, several months along carrying his great granddaughter, who would be born the following season in July and named Margaret after the little girl in pigtails who shared the barge rides to school with him in his youth in Norwell and Jessee after the little girl’s mother. Amidst our grief, of our realization of loss, time quickly gave us this new spirit. Youth and hope were ours. Twenty two years later, I sat before a box of over 500 brittle and yellowed pages of his memoirs. The manuscript was untitled and unedited. Roman numerals delineated untitled sections. Paragraphs ran on for pages. As I read and reread the manuscript, I believed that the editing of this work should preserve the story as he had told it, each word in the precise order as he had written it. Chapters were cut by the storylines and titled accordingly. It has been my privilege and honor to be my grandfather’s final editor.
—Mary Ann Lyons, Ph.D.
8/8/08
ONE
Cub Reporter
Calvin Coolidge was governor the spring of 1919 when I began as a cub reporter on The Boston Globe. Daylight saving was a new notion and an intense controversy. The