Priscilla Buckley has long been well known to readers of conservative journalism. For nearly three decades, she was managing editor of National Review, a constant font of editing skill, institutional knowledge, good humor, and courtesy. She had a 12-year career before NR, however, and it is those dozen years with United Press in New York and Paris that are the subject of this memoir.
Miss Buckley was graduated from Smith College in 1943, a member of one of those few classes of women who were able to find man's work in the war years of 1942-45. "What none of us realized," she writes,
was that because at the height of hostilities nearly eleven million young American men were in uniform, jobs in the civil economy that would have been closed to women two years earlier, and would be closed to them three years later when the veterans came home, were there for the plucking. . . . We were the lucky ones.
It was January 1944 when Miss Buckley went looking for work in New York. She had the good sense to turn down a decent salary at the children's encyclopedia The Book of Knowledge to accept instead just over half the pay—starvation wages—at United Press. It was a choice she never regretted. And her engaging memoir is just what her title suggests: a string of her best anecdotes from those years spent covering World War II and its aftermath.