Word: ironed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Whim of Iron. Porter's life story has another deficiency as a movie plot. His 1919 Paris marriage to a wealthy beauty, Linda Lee Thomas, has been placid, childless, fashionable-and free of both the romantic hubbub and the folksiness that Hollywood prefers in its patterned fictions. Intimates describe the Porters as "great, devoted friends." They live on the 41st floor of Manhattan's Waldorf Towers, and from time to time share the mirrored elegance of his California summer place in Brentwood (complete with a swimming pool that lights up at night), or her luxurious house in Williamstown...
...There had always been method of a sort in his sportiveness. Porter himself once said: "I am spending my life escaping boredom, not because I'm bored, but because I don't want to be." He has always arranged his days with a whim of iron, and he refuses to be bored for as long as 15 minutes at a time. Such a schedule requires a certain ruthlessness, and Porter's Broadway associates and friends have learned to make the best...
Angles & Stuff. If few Washington correspondents cared much for Arthur Henning's copy, most of them were fond of him personally. A gentle, friendly little man with iron-grey hair and a big, upturned grin, he is, in the words of a veteran colleague, "the nicest, mildest-mannered guy you'd ever want to meet. Then you read that stuff he writes and it's startling...
Party Line. Worker writers turn in their copy to half a dozen editors, known to the rest of the staff as "commissars." The city editors, Eric Bert and Joe Clark, are little more than routing clerks. The commissars censor every bit of copy, iron out minor kinks in the party line, or send the stories and headlines back to be rewritten if the facts don't fit the party's position of the day. For Worker staffers and contributors-Agnes Smedley, Rob Hall, Howard Fast et al.-the line is as inevitable and as obvious in news story...
Veteran Adman Bruce Barton had figured out a sure-shot means of cracking the Iron Curtain: bombard Russia with Sears Roebuck catalogues. "If that day ever comes," he told a San Francisco salesmen's convention, "we will not need any longer to fear Communism. No ordinary Russian ever suspected such a wealth of wonderful and desirable objects exists anywhere in the world as the Sears catalogue presents...