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...horse called Texas and his son Jim Boy, 6, the present Governor of Texas, "Jaunty Jimmy" Allred has been traveling as advance agent of the Texas Centennial which is to be, he declares, "bold enough to please the still hearts of Austin, Travis and Houston, and big enough to mirror the accomplishments of Texas to the sons and daughters of the Earth...
That one was the Hearstian tabloid Daily Mirror, recently put under the direction of Jacquin Leonard ("Jack") Lait, oldtime Hearst thrill-writer. Fortnight ago the Mirror began a six-part daily feature called "Fiorenza's Own Amazing Story." Authorship was credited to "John Fiorenza, as told to David B. Charnay, Mirror staff correspondent." Gist was that the upholsterer's assistant had nourished an unrequited but undiscouraged love for Mrs. Titterton, who had previously rejected his advances, but, as an aspiring writer, had not hesitated to "pump" him for "copy...
...Randolph Hearst. Twice before he has used his front page to give his fellow-publisher unmerciful Hayings, once on the New Deal, once on the Lindberghs' self-exile. Last week aggressive Publisher Stern spread a blistering two-column editorial on the Post's front page accusing the Mirror of a blatant fabrication...
...Post claimed that the District Attorney had assured the paper that no Hearst representative had seen Fiorenza in Tombs Prison. His only three visitors, his lawyers and his mother, swore they had told the Mirror nothing. The prison psychiatrist was quoted as saying that Fiorenza told him: "I never gave an interview to anybody from a paper." Thundered the Post: "How many prospective veniremen for the Fiorenza trial have absorbed the Mirror's vile insinuations that Mrs. Titterton led Fiorenza on; that she encouraged him to spend time with her while she probed for literary material; that she permitted...
...were meandering through the Berkshires in a Chevrolet coupe one bright Sunday morning last month. They had been driving all night, and the three were huddled together in that slouchy "morning after the night before" fashion when suddenly the snooping nose of a new black Ford loomed into the mirror above the windshield. Now all Chevrolet owners know what that meant. It was just like waving a red flag before a bull. The driver's hot sporting blood surged up his spine; he awakened from his spell of dull lethargy and gave the accelerator a little push. "The gap between...