Word: janet
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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January 3, 1956--It was the only mail in my box that Thursday after New Year's. The heavy, white envelope was addressed to me, Janet Pressell, 55A Shepard Street. The engraved return address read...
There was only one reason a Dean should write to me. I out the envelope back, unopened. I could always pretend I never got it. Or I could fake amnesia, like Joseph Cotton in that movie. A convincing case of amnesia would wipe out all traces of Janet Pressell. Then, after some artistic plastic surgery and some intensive dieting, she could emerge as Victoria de la Mandolin, tall and willowy a femme fatale on twenty continents...
Cooke's Tale The newsroom clatter of our medium-sized California daily diminished as reporters gathered around the wire machine, watching in disbelief as the incredible story unfolded of Janet Cooke's fictional article about '"Jimmy" for the Washington Post [April 27]. I cringe and wait for the person who, while I am on my next assignment, looks me in the eye and says, "Why don't you just make it up? The Washington Post does...
...Janet Cooke's former teacher, I think it is important that we not lose perspective on what she has done. She is a talented young reporter whose response to the pressures of her job and of the times we live in was to make a mistake - a mistake for which others surely must share the blame. I hope that her real abilities will not be forgotten through the outcry that has ensued, and that in time she can take up where she left off in achieving the distinction she has in her to achieve...
Dennis Tibbitt, 39, a former Ford employee, and his wife Janet, 33, also fared well. Repeatedly out of work in Detroit, Dennis concluded that "there were only three things you could do: get out, starve or turn criminal." He got out, and found a bus-driving job in Houston in a matter of weeks. Says Janet, who found an illustrator's job in three days: "Up there, things are happening that you cannot control. Here I feel secure...