Who is Mignon Mclaughlin

Mignon McLaughlin (June 6, 1913 – December 20, 1983) was an American journalist and author.

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Mignon McLaughlin was born in Baltimore, Maryland, and grew up in New York City, where her mother, Joyce Neuhaus, was a prominent attorney. She graduated from Smith College in 1933 and returned to New York, embarking on a career as a journalist and a writer of short stories for Redbook, Cosmopolitan, and other women's magazines.

With her husband, Time editor Robert McLaughlin, she wrote the play Gayden, which had a limited run on Broadway during the 1949 season.In the 1950s, she began publishing aphorisms that were later collected in three books:The Neurotic’s Notebook, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, and The Complete Neurotic’s Notebook. In his co...
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Her Name Liberty
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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