THEY ARE ALL GONE now; the men and one woman who were major influences in my early journalism career. The last two died within weeks of each other. They were Jack Perkins and Sander Vanocur, both veterans of NBC News where I started as a copyboy.

My list of mentors is long. They were famous then, but most likely unknown to younger people today. Their signed pictures hang on my office wall, reminders of what real journalism looked like. They include David Brinkley; Ray Scherer, who covered the White House beginning with the Truman administration; anchor Frank McGee; State Department correspondent Elie Abel; Herb Kaplow; Martin Agronsky, who cut his journalistic teeth at the old Palestine Post; Pentagon correspondent Peter Hackes; and Nancy Dickerson, another female pioneer in TV journalism; as was Cokie Roberts, who died last week.

I was in charge of filing many of their NBC scripts. I studied those scripts and learned how they constructed sentences, created a broadcast narrative style from wire copy meant for newspapers, and avoided clichés and dependent clauses. Those journalists took this brash child under their wings.

It was “Sandy” Vanocur, the last of them to die last week at 91, who took me to the White House where President John F. Kennedy presided at a swearing-in ceremony for U.N. Ambassador Adlai Stevenson. My mother had been to the White House many times as a young girl during the Coolidge administration, the family has a Coolidge family history, but this was my first trip. It contributed to my desire to be a journalist.

Back then, the newsroom manager said if I wanted to be a broadcast journalist, I would need to get a college degree; preferably, but not always in journalism —some reporters had law degrees — and a minimum of five years working for a newspaper or wire service. That has changed, but those requirements were a good foundation for reporting the news, not shaping it with opinion as so often happens today.

I remember Brinkley said “It is impossible to be objective so we must try to be fair.” Contemporary journalism would greatly benefit from revisiting that high purpose and restoring some degree of public trust in what used to be called a profession, before major media appeared to lean toward the left and advocate for mostly liberal points of view.

I never knew my mentors’ politics. Probably most leaned in favor of Democrats, but Democrats then seemed different. Republicans didn’t regard them as evil and one could have civil conversations without being suspected of collaborating with “the enemy.”

Washington social life also was much different in the ’60s. People built relationships across party lines. When politicians of either party were interviewed, most had something to say that was worth hearing. Debates seemed more substantive, as were questions asked by moderators like Vanocur. He was on the panel for the Nixon-Kennedy debate.

Some years ago, Ted Koppel surveyed his ABC News interns to see if they knew any of the great journalists who had gone before. He said most had heard of Walter Cronkite, but other names, famous at one time, were unfamiliar to them.

That’s too bad because predecessors should serve as examples and role models for younger people who want to become good journalists.

I will never forget my mentors. They look down from their high position on my office wall, and are always in my heart and mind. Years after leaving NBC and starting this column, I saw Brinkley at a Washington party. He said “I read your column. You write well.” I can think of no higher accolade from a mentor.



This year marks Cal Thomas’ 35th year as a syndicated columnist.