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Marquis was one of the most quoted writers in
Manhattan in the 1920s, when New York's literary scene was approaching
its zenith. His newspaper contemporaries were Christopher Morley, Heywood
Broun and the legendary F.P.A., Franklin Pierce Adams, but only Adams challenged
Marquis for the heart and soul of New Yorkers of that era. The great writers
who came soon afterward -- Robert Benchly, Dorothy Parker, James Thurber
-- considered Marquis a New York icon.
But Don Marquis, the consummate New Yorker, was
from the Midwest. He was born July 29, 1878, in Walnut, a small town in
rural northwest Illinois, and he worked at odd jobs -- drug-store clerk,
chicken plucker, sewing machine salesman, railroad section hand and schoolteacher
-- before trying his hand at writing and editing (and printing!) small-town
newspapers. When the local Republican Party became alarmed at his Democrat-leaning
editorials, Marquis accepted a patronage job far, far away -- at the Census
Bureau in Washington, D.C., where he later landed part-time work at the
Washington Times.
From Washington, Marquis moved to newspapers in
Philadelphia and then to Atlanta, Georgia, where he worked at the Atlanta
News and then the Journal. There, Marquis found a friend, drinking buddy
and soulmate in the sportswriter Grantland Rice, also destined for greatness.
In 1907 Marquis took a job as associate editor on Joel Chandler Harris'
Uncle Remus's Magazine, where he further developed his story-telling skills.
It was while working for Harris that Marquis fell in love with a frequent
contributor to the magazine, Reina Melcher. They married in 1909 and soon
afterward moved to New York, as Don tried to break into the big leagues
of newspapers. After a few false starts he landed a job writing editorials
for The Evening Sun, and by 1912 he parlayed his gift for sharp analysis,
clever sketches and light poetry into a daily column, The Sun Dial. He
was 34 and just coming into his own.
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