Word: prints
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...significant look. The Court Calendar noted without comment the visit to Balmoral Castle of Britain's Attorney General, which led the Associated Press into excited speculation that perhaps he and the Queen were talking over how to get Margaret married. English editors, who know more than they print, did not fall for such speculation: they know that the legal considerations are being handled, not by the Attorney General, but by the Lord Chancellor...
This is the sensational true story that The Phenix City Story tries to tell. The trouble is that in trying to handle their dramatic subject with a "documentary" technique the producers have come up with an overexcited document, and a drama that too often trickles away into the fine print. And yet Phenix City has the force of see-and-touch realism. The action was filmed among the same sallow bars, heat-shimmering sidewalks and deceptively innocent-looking back lots that watched it in the life. The actors try hard to weather naturally into the scene. Edward Andrews succeeds wonderfully...
Carmine De Sapio's professed disassociation with the mobster elements around Tammany came as no surprise; that TIME should print it was a surprise. Of course, if De Sapio is on the level, then TIME did the public a service with its cover story...
...Little A.P. For TV Guide, the problem is not circulation, but how to print a national magazine with local news in 36 different areas. But President Walter Annenberg, 47, whose Triangle Publications, Inc. also publishes the Philadelphia Inquirer, Daily Racing Form, the New York Morning Telegraph, Seventeen, Official Detective Stories (TIME, July 20, 1953), is no stranger to regional publishing. At one time he turned out eight regional editions of the Daily Racing Form; until the Wartime paper shortage killed it, he printed four regional editions of Radio Guide. In 1953 he decided he could turn out a national-local...
...probably after Fanny's death in 1914. Under the probing rays, the suppressed passages turned out, in the main, to be hasty bursts of irritation over petty matters, which Fanny would no doubt have scratched out herself, had it occurred to her that anyone might ever want to print her diary. Despite such outbursts, this is a happy-souled and sometimes uproarious book. It belongs to the domestic misadventure school, but it is a book entirely lacking in self-pity...