ABSTRACT
Waiter Lippmann enjoyed the company of both Armstrongs. Despite the great success of his column, and the handsome income of some sixty thousand dollars a year it provided, Lippmann had grown a bit bored with it. The optimism that had entered his life spilled over into his writing. Phrases, paragraphs, sometimes whole columns that harked back to an earlier and more idealistic Lippmann relieved the stale negativism of his anti-New Deal diatribes. When Amelia Earhart set out in July on a round-the-world flight — during which she disappeared over New Guinea — he wrote a lyric column that said a good deal more about his own state of mind than about the bravery of the aviatrix. The optimism that had entered his life spilled over into his writing. Phrases, paragraphs, sometimes whole columns that harked back to an earlier and more idealistic Lippmann relieved the stale negativism of his anti-New Deal diatribes.
