Word: joes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Apart from Freed's exit, the liveliest deejay purge occurred in Detroit, where President George B. Storer undertook a radical housecleaning of his Storer Broadcasting Co. (five TV and seven radio stations in nine cities). Three deejays at Detroit's WJBK bit the dust, as did one Joe Niagara in Philadelphia. Meanwhile, ABC's affiliate WXYZ chopped down still another in Detroit. Of the fallen, Detroit's Tom Clay was the first to tell his story in detail-and a fascinating, lurid story...
...hale and hearty and the bettors made Navy's outweighed midshipmen 7-point underdogs before the kickoff in Philadelphia's Municipal Stadium. But right from the start, Navy drove home its blocks with clean precision, turned loose darting, stubby (5 ft. 8 in., 185 lbs.') Halfback Joe Bellino for three touchdowns. On defense, Navy used four halfbacks to throw an umbrella over Lonesome End Bill Carpenter, put such a rush on sharpshooting Quarterback Joe Caldwell that he consistently missed open receivers. When the slaughter was done, Navy had rolled up the biggest score in the 60-game...
...suspense mounted. Lights were extinguished, musicians scrambled to their chairs on the bandstand. Eddie's father, Joe Fisher, a retired suitcase manufacturer from Philadelphia, turned to Aly Khan. "Prince," said he, "have some caviar. Me, I like herring." Aly nodded gravely. "Yes, Monsieur Fisher père," he replied, "when a herring is good, it is very, very good, but when it is not good, it is awful...
...than ready for a firm Knowland hand on the editorial side. At 86, Joseph Russell Knowland. Bill's father and the Tribune's publisher, was pretty well out of action. Bill Knowland's brother Russ, 57, was running the business end. And Bill's son Joe, 29. while willing, still needed editorial seasoning. Leaderless, the Tribune had drifted into some bad habits. Said one staffer: "The paper hasn't initiated any stories in years. It takes its cues from the [San Francisco] Examiner and the Chronicle...
...office every morning around 8:30 after a bracing 4½-mile walk from home, burly, vigorous Bill Knowland looked just the man to take charge. But as the months passed, there was no improvement. Reserved to the point of coldness. Bill Knowland rarely mixed with his staff. Son Joe occupied himself with writing memos to copy boys (No talking to rewritemen) and drawing up rules for staffers (Don't throw cigarette butts on the floor). Overtime was cut to the bone, and staffers who quit were not replaced...