Straight from T. Herman Zweibel
While on the hunt for my family’s local history I was helpfully pointed to the online archive of the Chicago Tribune. It is an amazing resource and one hell of a timesuck. Half the time it feels like you’re reading the Onion; the other half makes you realize just how far newspapers have fallen as the organ of record for society.
I stumbled upon this bizarre blurb from Oct. 14, 1920, back when the Trib was known as the Chicago Daily Tribune (“The World’s Greatest Newspaper,” apparently). It reads like some kind of personal alternate universe.
That John Tolva sure was an ass.
Note that I too have three children, though they are thankfully not motherless. Also, I do not eat a pound and a half of spaghetti each night.