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...display action photographs in color; this week's shows a drum majorette doing a split in mid-air (see cut). The masthead has also been changed. Oscar Dystel, new managing editor, brought in a new art director, Tony Palazzo, from Coronet; a new men's fashion editor, Bert Bacharach; and a women's fashion editor, Mrs. Taube Coller Davis ("Tobe"), who runs a style advisory service for retailers. To pep up its fiction, Collier's now awards a $1,000 bonus to the author of each issue's "star story...
...Detroiters witnessed what they thought was the first religious skywriting since the invention of the airplane:* a plane which inscribed an eleven-mile-long JESUS SAVES in white smoke. The stunt was the brain child of the Rev. Bert Turner, 36, an itinerant evangelist. The skywriting company reduced its usual rate to $10 a word, threw in a free cross between the two words and a couple more at the end, "if the pilot had any smoke left...
Died. Joseph Bert Tinker, 68, last survivor of baseball's immortal double-play combination, "Tinker to Evers to Chance"; of a heart ailment; in Orlando, Fla. Fiery little Shortstop Tinker helped spark the Chicago Cubs to four National League pennants, two World Series victories (1907-08), left in 1913 to manage the Cincinnati Reds, later won and lost a fortune in Florida real estate...
Stop the Music, a hardy musical hybrid of "Miss Hush" and the Pot o' Gold, is a variation on a well-worked theme. Master of Ceremonies Bert Parks telephones to people chosen at random across the U.S., asks the listener to identify the popular tune then being played. If he can do that he wins a nominal prize and qualifies for a chance at the Mystery Tune, a stumper that sounds tantalizingly familiar. The most recent: Get Out of the Wilderness, vintage 1850, with a marked similarity to The Old Gray Mare. If a listener identifies the Mystery Tune...
...morning last week Annie was up & about, to get breakfast for a son and daughter and Bert Hadley, for whom she keeps house. Then she got into oilskins, rubber boots and sou'wester, rowed a mile and a half through the bay's ice floes to haul her lobster pots. She rowed to the collecting smack to sell her catch, then headed home again. There she milked the cow, fed it and the horse, did the barn chores, and before cooking lunch got in a few licks at a fence she was fixing. In the May-to-October...