The Washington herald., 1921-12-18
M'INTYRE PAYS
HIGH TRIBUTE TO
FELLOW SCRIBBLER
Albert PaysOn Terhune,
He Says, Never Gets
Printed Slips" +
BY o. o. M'INTYRE.

New York. Dec. 17.-Albert
Payson Terhune Is one of the
writing Terhunes," as they are
called by literary folk. And he
is perhaps the most prodigious
of all. At one time "a year ago
he had short stories in fourteen
popular magazines and three of
his motion picture plays were APP
pearing on Broadway.
He lives at Pompton Lakes,
N. j., where for recreation he
raises prize winning collies. His
father was Rev. Edward Payson
Terhune and his mother is
Marion Harland."
His newspaper career was
started on the Evening World
where he wrote for years of love
affairs of history. One day he
came to the office and was scrib-
bling of the splendid loves Of
Launcelot and Guinevere and
Aucassin and Nicolette. and zipi
went the point off his pencil.
1t irritated him--irritated him
so much that he closed his desk
with bang. left a note for the
managing editor and two days
later was on his way to Syria
and Egypt where he travelled on
horseback investigating leper
settlements, He was adopted by
tribe of Bedouins, slept in
tents and became quite a person.
age in the younger Bedouin set
Once wniIopcd Corbett.
His life has been full of ro-
nance and adventure. He was
at one time the amateur heavy
weight champion and gave Cen
tleman Jim Corbett an awful bat
tie on historic night Corbett
speaks to this day of one of his
wsllops.
Terhune is over six feet tall.
| He is broad shouldered and boy
ish. In his early days he used
to cat a pound of raw meat for
lunch-just because he liked the
taste.
He would rather fashion
poem than write Il best seller.
but he has lived long enough to
realize that poetry doesn't pay
and Terhune is tremendously
fond of creature comforts. His
home is his castle and IL is here
that he loves to have his friends,
grouped about great open fire
with a bottle of something or
other on his table and pipes
pulling strong.
One of his writing arms gave
out about six years ago and for
year he had to peck out his
romances with one finger of the
left hand. Yet he did not let
his output dwindle. Not even
his editors knew OF his infirmity
Wrote Dog Novels.
His love for dogs inspired him
to write those two great dog
novels: Lad: A Dog" and
Bruce" which ran into many edi-
tions. His dog stories are based
on personal incidents in the lives
of his brood of collies. Who
ever wins his friendship is ac-
corded the highest honor that
Terhune may bestow. He names
dog after him or her.
In passing. or as John Wanna
maker says en- PEASANT. sunny
bank Mcintyre has won several
blue ribbons.
No man in the writing game is
so well beloved as Terhune. De-
spite his great literary output
he is absolutely unconvinced that
he has written anything worth
while. His modesty is not the
modesty of the pOseur. He
knows literature and his goal
is high. For years everything he
has written has been sold in
| stantly. He never suffers the
sorrow of rejected manuscripts.
He has been broke many times
far from home. His sympathy
| for the ambitious young writer
is sincere and earnest He knows
| the struggles that they must en-
! dure and the high hope they must
/ have before they may achieve.
Everybody reads and rejoices
| in Terhune's printed self Those
who know the man love him and
rejoice in his society. His heart
| is the biggest part of him.