Word: paged
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...freshman sextet will start with Bruce Gillie at left wing, Mike Graney at center, and Ken Woodworth at right wing. Harold Morgan and Elmer Walls will open at defense, and John Page will be goalie...
...height of Princess Margaret's off-again, on-again romance with Peter Townsend last year, Britain's Sunday Pictorial burst out with a Page One headline: FOR PETE'S SAKE, PUT HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY. Last week the British Press Council roundly deplored such instances of "coarse impertinence." It cited as another example of "bad taste and worse manners" the Daily Mirror's headline on the same romance...
...cake was served. Editors argue that the public wants to read about human beings rather than the bloodless functionaries described in palace handouts. Britain's newspapers are still widely torn between deference and defiance in chronicling the crown. Last year, the lip-smacking Mirror gave almost a whole page to a peekaboo shot of Princess Margaret, in a low-necked gown, stooping to receive a bouquet. In the venerable Times, the royal cleavage, chastely camouflaged with an artist's airbrush, was squeezed into a single inside column...
This huge historical novel gives the impression of having been written by two different authors-one whose job it was to put plenty of sex on every other page; the other a Francophile intent on cramming in as much esoteric knowledge as possible about Napoleon, Egypt, archaeology, physics, intrigue and strategy. Fortunately, both writers are combined in Humorist Ruth (My Sister Eileen) McKenney, so that sex is more often ridiculous than salacious, and the historical asides often get a witty assist over the dusty pit of pedantry...
...Christian dogs. Napoleon is defeated by fate, and Rémi by Corinne. Author McKenney, who has spent nearly four years in writing Mirage, tells her complicated story in an elliptic, literary shorthand that conveys much information quickly but will be the despair of some readers. Nearly every page is scattered with the confetti of French, Latin and Italian phrases, and, occasionally, the dialogue is so polished as to remain forever obscure. Still, the world she describes, if not the authentic 18th century, is nevertheless an authentic world of the imagination. Her Paris is as gay as a dream...