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Since then (except for a brief dip in the spring of 1938) LIFE had grown steadfastly. It grew even though it ignored the kind of talking down that mass-circulation merchants like Beaverbrook and Hearst thought was good for their readers. It ran cheesecake-but also Charles A. Beard's The Republic, condensed in ten installments. Well aware that not every picture was worth 10,000 words, its editors made room for editorials, closeups, "text pieces" by men of letters (Winston Churchill, John Dos Passos, Reinhold Niebuhr, et al.). Still popularly regarded as a "picture magazine," LIFE now averages...
...experience could be communicated, instead of having to be learned, it might be easier to write a Gettysburg Address, become President, or make a million dollars. But the more successful a man is, the simpler he makes it sound. Lord Beaverbrook, a success in his line, is no exception...
...through the night, the truth knocked timidly at the door. In a hallway a G.I. guard called out to Betty Knox, an American working for Beaverbrook's London Evening Standard: "Hey, have you heard that Göring committed suicide?" She had known the G.I. since childhood, but she had heard latrine rumors before, so she let it pass. Another guard told Mutual's Robert Gary, who tried to pin it down in time for a Gabriel Heatter news broadcast and got nowhere. "A man could ruin himself in five minutes," said Gary, virtuously, "by broadcasting a silly...
...Lord Beaverbrook, in the U.S. on another visit, paid his respects to New York's Mayor William O'Dwyer before heading for a month's rest in New Brunswick. Publisher Beaverbrook also paid familiar respects to newsmen who tried to interview him. His utterances: 1) "It was a personal visit to see the Mayor and talk about his beloved Ireland"; 2) "Goodbye...
...Lord Beaverbrook's mammoth Daily Express, the trial of handsome, lady-killing Neville Heath rambled through six extravagant columns. Lord Rothermere's Daily Mail had elbow room, too; its portrait of the gallows-bound Heath was in the best Fleet Street tradition (he looked and posed as a gentleman, but after all, his handkerchief stuck just a little too far out of his pocket, and his R.A.F. necktie was always "a trifle too aggressively knotted...