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Looking back 48 years to his birth in a railroad worker's family in Savanna, Ill., King solemnly says the obvious: "I'm kind of like a Horatio Alger story." King's story includes stretches as newsboy, railway worker, insurance salesman and clarinetist. In 1927 he brought his romantic profile and even more romantic rhythms into Chicago's Aragon Ballroom, and built up a devoted radio audience when he was sponsored by Lady Esther cosmetics. As a radio fixture, he has piled up more than 10,000 programs...
...onetime newsboy, dark-haired Bill Richards hustled at odd jobs to pay his way through Massachusetts Institute of Technology. With a degree in chemical engineering, he landed a research job in the Studebaker plant at South Bend, Ind., but was soon booted out because he spent all his time fooling around with racing cars. After the Indianapolis crackup, he worked as a truck farmer's assistant, spotted the scraggly Cap Cod patch at Sandwich and bought it cheap...
Filling all his jobs as the Journal's janitor, newsboy, ad salesman, reporter and make-up man keeps Owner-Editor Sancton hopping. He has also learned to make concessions to the sleepier standards of country journalism. When Royal Canadian Mounties nabbed Quebec's biggest cigarette smuggler in Stanstead County, Sancton filed a story to his old paper in Montreal. Correspondent Sancton scooped Editor Sancton by two days. But Journal readers were more interested in news of abiding matters-the farms, the factories, the water supply and the schools. Says happy Editor Sancton: "You visit a small town...
...faithful clustered in Milan's vast Piazza del Duomo last week under a roof of black, rain-spattered umbrellas. The square was two-thirds empty. Soggy onlookers drifted away for hot drinks in nearby cafes. In Rome, a damp crowd sang dispiritedly in the Piazza del Popolo. A newsboy hawked the Communist newspaper: "Here's Unità. If you can't read, stand under it." The Reds' May Day show in Italy, billed in advance as the biggest & best ever, was a sodden fizzle...
Much of the zing is supplied by pretty, blonde Christina Ohlsen, 25, who graduated to a RIAS microphone by way of dancing school, a Nazi concentration camp and postwar German cabarets. Christina comes on the air pretending to be a newsboy, hawking the day's headlines in rhymes which frequently poke fun at the Communists. Her most popular tagline, delivered in a knowing, childish singsong, comes at the end of her report of any pompous Communist proclamation: "Das versteh' ich nicht," she says wonderingly, "das versteh' ich wirklich nicht! [That I don't understand, that...