Thomas' Press

Twenty years ago Lowell Thomas was professor of oratory at Chicago's Kent College of Law. Ever since, he has been bustling about the earth, writing and talking profusely about what he has seen and heard. His gaddings took him through the War zones, to Palestine and Arabia, to the Peace Conference, to India with the Prince of Wales, through 5,000 miles of the first Army round-the-world flight (1924). His 20-odd books range geographically from With Lawrence in Arabia to Kabluk of the Eskimo.

Currently Lowell Thomas is best known as a radio commentator employed by Sun Oil Co. Five days a week he works on that program from noon to 7 p. m., reputedly for $2,000 a week. All night, twice a week, he prepares a running comment for Fox Movietone News, reputedly for $500 a week.* Between times he makes talk for Universal's Going Places travelogs, puts in time on a full-length cinema on the Mt. Everest expedition, goes on lecture tours, tends a fur farm at his home in Pawling, N. Y., serves as toastmaster at innumerable banquets, writes bits of three new books at a time.

If such an individual were also the active editor of a magazine, it would be news. Next week will appear a new magazine boasting Lowell Thomas as editor. It is called Saga, "The Adventurers' Magazine." Issued for a few months last year as a pulp, Saga is to be resumed as a smooth-paper book, price 25-c-, containing 96 pages of thrills in story, and picture. Contrary to advance publicity, Lowell Thomas' editorship is purely honorary, a favor to his friend Albert Buranelli (brother of Writer Prosper Buranelli) who will publish Saga. Most of the editorial work is done by Associate Editor Daniel Edwin Wheeler, onetime fiction editor of Liberty. Honorary Editor Thomas manages to visit the office briefly about once a week.

*The Thomas news monolog, in its effort to be harmlessly funny, is objectionable to many a cinema-goer. Last month, in describing a dogteam sled race in New Hampshire, it went as follows: "This is a mushy story . . . mush, mush . . . mush, mush, mush." . . .

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