Word: papered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Famed since L'Oeuvre became a daily in 1915 have been that Left-Liberal Paris newspaper's manchettes. In French newspaper makeup, the manchette (literally, cuff; in U. S. parlance, the ears) is the space next to the paper's name in which its more-or-less reverent editors insert (instead of the weather forecast or NIGHT EDITION ***** ) thoughts for the day, mots on the news, quotations from the philosophers. During the War, L'Oeuvre's, editors became so clever at making horrid cracks at the Government through outwardly innocent references to the weather...
...Court handed down a decision that should have been not only big news for San Francisco and Oakland newspapers but a story to warm the cockles of any good reporter's heart. The San Francisco Chronicle reported the decision, passed up the story behind it. No other local paper even mentioned it, nor did any press service carry a line on its wire. The story...
Nowadays Carl Shannon is the highest paid man on his paper, next to the editor-in-chief. He is neat, careful, dignified and exacting. He will pass no headline that begins or ends with a preposition, and to him all two-letter words are prepositions. He expects to spend the rest of his life on the Enterprise and says: "I'm too old to be changing jobs any more." His friends think he is older than the 57 years he confesses to, but admit that he might just look older...
Photographer Harold Field Smith was back in Seattle last week after chasing two bloodhounds through the Cascades for his paper, the Times. Famed throughout the Northwest are Smitty's high, fiendish laughter, his admiration for pregnant women ("I love 'em! God, I love 'em"), the hissing gibberish he talks to visiting Japanese dignitaries, his bounding glandular energy. To get a picture of the late Queen Marie of Rumania, Smitty grabbed the royal thigh and held the Queen in her automobile. To get a picture of Rachmaninoff he played Chopsticks on the master's piano until...
...Dubil lugged a bottom round of beef from his refrigerator, found that someone had stored it too near the freezing coils. It was granite-hard. Sure that the piece was spoiled, would blacken as it thawed, rueful Dubil put it on a slicing machine, turned out a stack of paper-thin slices. He put them in the display refrigerator just to see what would happen...