Word: tabloid
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...happy newly weds headed for their bedroom (pink sheets) at Broadlands and how at a stair landing, "Philip looked down and put his arm around his bride's slender waist. She smiled shyly at her tall sailor husband as they continued on upstairs." For an added measure of tabloid taste, she guessed that the couple may have played some records that the Marquess of Milford Haven had given Philip, such as Cuddle Up a Little Closer or Bess, You Is My Woman Now. (Julia guessed wrong; the Marquess gave no records...
...night last week, reams of copy piled up alarmingly in the composing room of Marshall Field's tabloid Chicago Sun. Deadlines came & went, but the battery of Linotypes stood silent. The printers were holding a marathon "chapel meeting," and the union was in no rush to adjourn. When the Sun went to press, nine hours late, it was in makeshift dress: lacking type, it ran pages of photo-engraved typewriting...
Manhattan's press used to cover opening nights at the Metropolitan Opera with awed respect, hat-in-hand. It took a man standing on his head at the Met to show tabloid editors what they had been missing. So last week 80 photographers, columnists, society reporters and legmen, not counting the critics, moved in on the opening. They saw plenty. And-except for the well-bred school (Times, Herald Tribune and Sun)-they told...
ERMINE WINS, MINK 2ND IN MET OPEN, headlined a who-wore-what story in the tabloid Mirror. Newsmen blinked at luscious Lucius Beebe, one of their alumni, who spent the whole evening at the bar with a pint-sized companion, both wearing silk hats. No really well-dressed man, sniffed Hearstling Cholly Knickerbocker, would wear a top hat with a dinner jacket...
Behind London's Fleet Street, off bombed-out Fetter Lane, stands a terraced architectural absurdity known as Geraldine House. It is the home of the world's first great tabloid-and still its biggest. Every weekday, 3,700,954 London Daily Mirrors pour from the presses of Geraldine House; every weekend they print 4,006,241 Sunday Pictorials. Each Mirror reflects the tabloid wizardry of Humpty-Dumptyish Harry Guy Bartholomew, who is as retiring as his paper is blatant...