Writer and Editor Career, Prohibited Writer and The End of Life
During 1930s and 1940s, Foglar worked as a magazine editor in one of the largest Prague publishing houses, Melantrich. He edited several journals for youths:
- Mladý hlasatel ("Young herald"), 1938–1941
- Junák ("Scout"), 1945–1949
- Vpřed ("Ahead"), 1946–1948
and he wrote articles for even more journals including the Skaut, Sluníčko, ABC, and the Tramp.
After Communist coup in 1948 Foglar was kicked out of publishing house, his magazines were liquidated and his books prohibited, as was the Scout movement and independent youth clubs. For many years he worked as tutor in youth internate schools and homes. During the fall of censorship at the end of 1960s, he published some new books and the re-editions of the olders. After Soviet occupation of Czechoslovakia his books were newly banned until 1989.
Foglar lived with his mother caring for her until her death in high age and never married.
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