Summary: In my first week as a cub police reporter in Chicago, when I called in to ask the night editor, Arnold Dornfeld, “What do you have for me?" he replied with drill-instructor like scorn: "Infinite contempt, chum!"
Summary: In my first week as a cub police reporter in Chicago, when I called in to ask the night editor, Arnold Dornfeld, “What do you have for me?" he replied with drill-instructor like scorn: "Infinite contempt, chum!"