Bartlow

Lest anyone think that the John Bartlow Northwestern University's Medill School of Journalism is just a tool for plaintiffs 'lawyers, Swartz's article was also a finalist for an O. Henry Award from the Texas Institute of Letters and a 2006 National Magazine Award from the American Association of Magazine Editors.

Tort "Reform" 2 2007

I'm not sure how the attack made Swartz feel, but she must be feeling all right now, since her much-maligned article recently took first place in John Bartlow Martin Award for Public Interest Magazine Journalism from Northwestern University's Medill School of Journalism.

Tort "Reform" 2 2007

It's my Mum's 76th birthday on Tuesday so I am now off to the wilds of North Essex to take her and my Dad out to dinner at The Three Hills pub in Bartlow this evening.

An Evening with the Parentals 2007

In just about every way Shelbyville hit, as journalist John Bartlow Martin wrote of Indiana as a whole, “the mean that is sometimes golden, sometimes only mean.”

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006

The Region was one of the roughest areas in all of industrial America—a stretch of orange flames burning over black refinery smokestacks, mills pouring molten steel, storage tanks stretching down to the docks, “soap works, ore docks, coal piles, cement docks, lake freighters, and endless desolate seas of swampy wasteland… the political machines and gangsters with rackets and sawed-off shotguns,” as writer John Bartlow Martin described it in 1947.

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006

The Region was one of the roughest areas in all of industrial America—a stretch of orange flames burning over black refinery smokestacks, mills pouring molten steel, storage tanks stretching down to the docks, “soap works, ore docks, coal piles, cement docks, lake freighters, and endless desolate seas of swampy wasteland… the political machines and gangsters with rackets and sawed-off shotguns,” as writer John Bartlow Martin described it in 1947.

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006

In just about every way Shelbyville hit, as journalist John Bartlow Martin wrote of Indiana as a whole, “the mean that is sometimes golden, sometimes only mean.”

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006

The Region was one of the roughest areas in all of industrial America—a stretch of orange flames burning over black refinery smokestacks, mills pouring molten steel, storage tanks stretching down to the docks, “soap works, ore docks, coal piles, cement docks, lake freighters, and endless desolate seas of swampy wasteland… the political machines and gangsters with rackets and sawed-off shotguns,” as writer John Bartlow Martin described it in 1947.

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006

The Region was one of the roughest areas in all of industrial America—a stretch of orange flames burning over black refinery smokestacks, mills pouring molten steel, storage tanks stretching down to the docks, “soap works, ore docks, coal piles, cement docks, lake freighters, and endless desolate seas of swampy wasteland… the political machines and gangsters with rackets and sawed-off shotguns,” as writer John Bartlow Martin described it in 1947.

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006

In just about every way Shelbyville hit, as journalist John Bartlow Martin wrote of Indiana as a whole, “the mean that is sometimes golden, sometimes only mean.”

Getting Open Tom Graham 2006