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Dates: during 1980-1989
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When I get to the Trib. I am informed that the visual display terminals I am to use are leaking radioactivity at dangerous levels. I type for eight straight hours...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...things out. His secretary speaks 12 unrelated languages fluently, and in flawless English she informs me that Mr. Managing Editor is now only Mr. Deputy Editor and that his job is being shared by two other men. May I see him? Yes, because he has nothing to do--"the Trib is easing him out." Why? Because no one trusts this man, who alone made the decision to hire...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...takes about 45 minutes to get to the Trib. One million Parisians cram into my car between "Louvre" and "George V," and when I stand up to get some air my seat snaps up and catches the bottom of my dress. No one sees this, but I pretend I know what I am doing anyway. I get off of the metro two stops too early and walk one mile to the Trib. I am one-half hour late; my dress has grease stains on it. It is raining...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...deputy editor who hired me is in a quandary because he cannot decide when to hold the semiannual editorial staff party. Everyone tells him that the 4th of July would be perfect since almost all of the Trib's employees are Americans and since it is a Friday. But the D.E. is paranoid: he is afraid to make a decision that no one will trust. So he calls me. the lowliest peon in the building. into his office for my opinion. I suggest the 4th of July. He remains unconvinced...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...three biggest reporting stars could not appear. In 1951 they shared the Pulitzer Prize. One, Keyes Beech, of the Chicago Daily News, was in Bangkok. At 66, he is charging around Asia again, now for the Los Angeles Times. Homer Bigart, 72, of the defunct Herald-Trib, sent a message of regret. He was, he explained, temporarily toothless: "I am capable of putting down the martini, but I can't handle the olives." The third, Marguerite Higgins, who worked with Bigart on the Trib, died in 1966 at age 45, of a tropical bug caught in Viet Nam. These...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Virginia: Tears and MacArthichokes | 6/16/1980 | See Source »

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