Word: lindberghism
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Conspicuous Exception Sirs: Permit me to call to your attention an error in TIME, Jan. 6, which does serious injustice to The Times (London). On p. 34 TIME has picture of Jon Lindbergh under which is printed "The London Times spread him over two columns." Again, on p. 38 TIME says, "Across two columns on the main news page of its Sunday edition that most stiff-necked of the world's newspapers, The London Times, spread the photograph of Jon Lindbergh." Now, The Times (London), so far from having printed, or "spread," any picture of Jon Lindbergh, has been...
...most acrid editor, Giornale d'Italia's super-Fascist Virginio Gayda, cracked: "The wealth amassed by American Democracy was attained with wars of expansion and conquest during which they exterminated all native races. Nevertheless they have not known how to stamp out gangster crimes, and finally Lindbergh, America's national hero, has been obliged to seek safety for his child in voluntary exile across the Ocean." Terming the President's strictures upon Europe a form of intervention in the Continent's affairs, Signor Gayda ludicrously screeched, "Roosevelt's attempt at American intervention in European...
Refugees' Reception. Cables announced that every newspaper in London was sending reporters and cameramen to meet the Lindbergh ship at Liverpool, that to guard against a possible Lindbergh dodge some journals were sending men to Cobh, Belfast and Glasgow...
Across two columns on the main news page of its Sunday edition that most stiff-necked of the world's newspapers, the London Times, spread the photograph of Jon Lindbergh...
...calm, misty evening the S. S. American Importer arrived at Liverpool, stood off the entrance to the Mersey River all night. Next morning it was raining. The dock was jampacked with newshawks, cameramen, workers, who thought they glimpsed the Lindberghs on deck, with Jon in his mother's arms. A tug warped the ship into its berth. A platoon of muttering bobbies carved a lane through the throng, stood in two rows staring into each other's faces. Charles and Anne Lindbergh, pale, came swiftly down the gangplank. A scattered, throaty cheer went up. Some...