Word: tabloid
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Reporter Charnay flagged his office and went after it. Rewrite Man Henry Lee got busy at the telephone. Next day their joint story-the kind of story only the Daily News could or would do-ran three columns, a sort of extra dividend that gave 2,400,000 tabloid readers their full 2? worth. (Same day, the U.N. site story rated a paragraph in the News...
Educated Ear. Tabloid journalism would never get off the ground without such quotes, and such ears for them as smooth, chain-smoking David Buckley Charnay's. Newsman Charnay, 34, is a quiet fellow whom people like to confide in. He went to Public School 184, Walter Winchell's alma mater, and matriculated, like Winchell, on Broadway...
Early in his tabloid career (at Hearst's Mirror), Charnay once bawled out wizened Editor Emile Gauvreau for printing off-the-record information that Charnay had promised not to use. The boss rang for a guard and Charnay, still protesting, was hauled away. But in losing his job, he won a reputation on the main stem as a man who could keep a secret. Charnay once posed as a murderer's attorney to get an interview in a cell at the Tombs, hid in a French actress' stateroom closet to get an exclusive story on her "life...
When Reporter Sam Boal got to London, he realized that "the people of America don't know a damn thing about the people of England." So the correspondent of Manhattan's tabloid, laborite Post decided to report the British through British eyes. The eyes he chose were those of his widowed, Cockney charlady, old (65), worked-bowed Mrs. Hunkle. This week, readers of Boal's twice-a-week column were seeing the U.S. through those same Cockney eyes. Boal had brought Mrs. Hunkle back with him, took her along on a Hollywood vacation where everything from elaborate...
Back to Manhattan from her first postwar inspection of her villa in Capri came best-dressed Mrs. Harrison Williams, in what the tabloid Daily Mirror called "a pale beige wool dress, with a deeper-than-usual neckline and longer-than-usual skirt." How had she found things? Said she: "A great many things are gone, including a most wonderful wine cellar. Not a bottle remains." But she kept her chin up. "C'est la guerre," said Mrs. Williams...