Word: journals
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Into the Black. Sancton set about speeding up the Journal's four pages, which for years, unrelieved by photos or even headlines, had been padded with boiler plate and fillers. In Vermont, he bought a second-hand linotype machine to set a cleaner column in a fraction of the four hours it had taken the Journal's printer to hand set one. He brightened Page One with newsy photographs and headlines (one big March story: JOHN C. HOLLAND LAID TO REST). In his English car, Editor Sancton made the rounds of his borderline beat, hunting for stories...
...many ever do anything about it. Montreal's John William Sancton, 29, is one who did. Until six months ago, Sancton was a news editor of the daily Montreal Gazette (circ. 54,383). Now he is editor, publisher and owner of the 104-year-old weekly Stanstead (Quebec) Journal (circ. 1,350) - and enjoying life very much...
Sancton is no newcomer to either Stanstead County or the Journal. He first came to the leisurely little town of Rock Island (pop. 1,395)-in the rolling, Green Mountain country along the Quebec-Vermont border-to attend Stanstead College in the '30s. As a student, he covered college activities for the Journal. When the college's main building burned down, Sancton flashed the news to Montreal's Gazette. He got a byline and his first full-time reporter...
...Force, Sancton went back to the Gazette's staff in 1945 long enough to start a campaign to "bring over the war brides quicker." Soon after his own English war bride, Mary, joined him, Sancton heard that Octogenarian John C. Holland, owner and editor of the Stanstead Journal, was ailing and willing to sell his paper. Sancton quit his job and bought it for a few thousand dollars...
...like going back into another century when John and Mary explored the faded old white house where the handset, rundown Journal had been published for decades. Blocking their way was a weird jumble of cardboard boxes, auto parts, dried nuts, empty jars, tin cans and old metal. In a stack of unopened letters...