Death
Martin Agronsky died at his Rock Creek Park home in Washington, D.C. on July 25, 1999 of congestive heart failure at age 84. During his 52 year Journalism career, Print from 1936 to 1940 and Radio and Television from 1940 to 1988, Agronsky is believed to be the only Broadcast Journalist / commentator To have worked For all three American Commercial Networks, NBC Twice, as a War Correspondent for NBC Radio from, 1940–1943 and For NBC Radio and Television from 1957 through 1964 . ABC Radio and Television Correspondent both in the U.S and Overseas from 1943-1957 . CBS Radio and Television from Early 1964-1968 both in the U.S. and Overseas . Syndication by Post Newsweek stations of " Agronsky & Company " from 1969 to 1988 and PBS from 1971-1976 both here and overseas .
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