Word: c
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Then, in August 1952, three camping Britons-famed Food Expert Sir Jack Drummond. his wife and his ten-year-old daughter Elizabeth-were found brutally slain on the Dominici farm. The murder became a cause célébre (TIME, Aug. 18, 1952). Biochemist Sir Jack was renowned for his part in setting the nutritional minimums for Britain's wartime rations; the failure to find his killer was an international humiliation for the French police. After long and confused police investigations, Gaston Dominici was carted off to prison. Last week the mahogany-faced old peasant, now 77, stood...
...letter, signed "Phyllis C.," first appeared in the lovelorn column of the Denver Post. But it got around town faster than the biggest Page One story. In Denver offices clippings were passed from hand to hand; secretaries read it over the telephone to each other. Husbands returning home from work had it thrust upon them by their wives, all of whom seemed to have a triumphant gleam in their eyes. By wire service the letter was sent around the U.S. TV stations picked...
...laughs and questions swirled about her head, Post Lovelorn Editor Jane Sterling (real name: Doris Hilton) put a notice in her column: "Phyllis C.: Please call my office." Next day, Editor Sterling got a phone call from a man, who refused to give his name. Yes, he knew Phyllis C.; she was his sister-in-law. She was out of the city, but would call when she returned. Next day, the man himself called on Editor Sterling-with a confession. Feeling guilty about all the publicity, he admitted that he had written the letter...
...insisted that the story was true. It had been told him by his father, a Chicago lawyer, who heard it from the lips of Phyllis C. herself, a client. Whether the letter was true or not, the confession had come too late. The Story of the Woman Who Paid was well on its way to becoming a part of American folklore, like the lady on the Merritt Parkway (TIME, March...
...Republic Pictures, a horse-opera factory, Cliquot was sad. "He chewed up a carpet," said Joan. "He swallowed 5½ yards of string. He usually eats white meat of chicken, ground sirloin, ice cream and ginger ale. He wears custom-made jackets, red with black velvet collars with C. C. on them. They have heart-shaped pockets with Kleenex in them in case he has to blow his nose. We wear matching costumes. He wears his red jacket when I wear red slacks and sweater. When I wear green, he wears green. He has a rhinestone collar for evening wear...