A review by galaheadh
Psmith, Journalist by P.G. Wodehouse

pretty free with racial slurs (antiblack in relation to one character, anti-Italian generally), not very satisfying ending. the closer Wodehouse gets to anything approaching actual reality, the less the style suits and the more he reveals his weaknesses, but he's still a genius-level arranger of words and i'll never understand how he does it. i would have preferred much more Cosy Moments, much less Gangs of New York

The man in the street would not have known it, but a great crisis was imminent in New York journalism.

Everything seemed much as usual in the city. The cars ran blithely on Broadway. Newsboys shouted "Wux-try!" into the ears of nervous pedestrians with their usual Caruso-like vim. Society passed up and down Fifth Avenue in its automobiles, and was there a furrow of anxiety upon Society's brow? None. At a thousand street corners a thousand policemen preserved their air of massive superiority to the things of this world. Not one of them showed the least sign of perturbation. Nevertheless, the crisis was at hand. Mr. J. Fillken Wilberfloss, editor-in-chief of Cosy Moments, was about to leave his post and start on a ten weeks' holiday.