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Books

  • Trumpet in the Dust. NY: Horace Liveright, 1930.
  • Shoe the Wild Mare. NY: Horace Liveright, 1931.
  • A Solo in Tom-Toms. NY: Covici-Friede, 1931.
  • The Great Mouthpiece: The Life of William J. Fallon. NY: Covici-Friede, 1931.
  • The Demi-Wang, by “Peter Long” (pseud.). Privately printed for subscribers, 1931.
  • Timber Line: A Story of Bonfils and Tammen. NY: Covici-Friede, 1933.
  • The Great Magoo (co-authored with Ben Hecht). NY: Covici-Friede, 1933.
  • Father Goose: The Story of Mack Sennett. NY: Covici-Friede, 1934.
  • The Mighty Barnum: A Screenplay (co-authored with Bess Meredyth). NY: Covici-Friede, 1934.
  • Salute to Yesterday. NY: Random House, 1937.
  • Illusion in Java. NY: Random House, 1939.
  • The Jervis Bay Goes Down. NY: Random House, 1941.
  • Good Night, Sweet Prince: The Life and Times of John Barrymore. NY: The Viking Press, 1944.
  • Beau James: The Life and Times of Jimmy Walker. NY: The Viking Press, 1949.
  • Schnozzola: The Story of Jimmy Durante. NY: The Viking Press, 1951.
  • Minutes of the Last Meeting. NY; Random House, 1954.
  • Skyline: A Reporter’s Reminiscence of the 1920s. NY: The Viking Press, 1961.

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