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...desks, which lacks two drawers, sits a dreary-looking little man with keen eyes, thinning blond hair, deep lines around his mouth. He wears a grey alpaca office coat. He is Arthur Francis Corrigan, 44, "boss" of the press room and dean of legmen in The Times Square and Hell's Kitchen districts. Last week the press room boys gave "the boss" a party because he had just rounded out 20 years on the job, ten of them at West Side Court. A magistrate was toastmaster, two others made speeches. Six deputy district attorneys, many a police inspector, dozens...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Legmen | 2/26/1934 | See Source »

Like most City News legmen, "Boss"' Corrigan, who started as an office boy, rarely wrote a story in his 20 years. He gathers his data from the complaint room, from the little Press table in the court room, from innumerable policemen, lawyers, court attendants, judges of his acquaintance. He makes copious notes, descends to his dungeon desk and telephones his office. Far downtown near Park Row one of four lightning-fast rewrite men takes Reporter Corrigan's tale, whips it into a precise, minutely detailed, colorless but accurate story. Page by page it is teletyped to the newspaper...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Legmen | 2/26/1934 | See Source »

...members.* The most anonymous news service in the world, it never receives credit in print, never gives or gets a byline. Often City News merely supplements what a newspaper's own man gathers by himself. Without it, however, each paper would have to hire 12 or 15 extra legmen, could never send large staffs out of town on big stories. In a pinch, a Manhattan editor could get out a presentable paper with only City News and a couple of good rewrite...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Legmen | 2/26/1934 | See Source »

City Room. At 2 a. m. a rewrite man took pencil and copy-paper into a telephone booth. The subdued hubbub that had filled the room all night died away to silence. Everyone crowded toward the city desk: writers, artists, "legmen" (seldom seen in the office), compositors and pressmen clustered ten deep about the chair of Benjamin Franklin, night city editor. They stood in silence, waiting and wondering with heavy hearts-jobs or no jobs? World or no World...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: World's End | 3/9/1931 | See Source »

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