Word: pages
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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...telephone, apparently speaking to his wife. Said the cut lines: "Mr. Lewis has a wife. So have a handful of other such overpowering gentlemen you'd never suspect of matrimony. You can meet the Mrs. in this issue." Sure enough, included in Pageant's two-page gallery of "wives of famous men" was a portrait of Mrs. John L. Lewis. What Pageant had forgotten was that Mrs. Lewis died on Sept...
...millions of U.S. parents who don't own TV sets were whipsawed last week by full-page ads in 1,100 newspapers and sudsy commercials pouring from 250 radio stations. The American Television Dealers and Manufacturers Association was spending $2,000,000 to feature the sad plight of a winsome, pigtailed little girl blubbering on the shoulder of her pouting, sad-eyed brother. Warned the A.T.D.M.: "There are some things a son or daughter won't tell you ... Do you expect him to blurt out the truth-that he's really ashamed to be with the gang...
...page 5 of Randall and the River of Time, the hero stands, in the year 1917, at the crossing of two trenches in France, and wonders which way to go. At that point Hero Charles Randall and Author C. S. Forester make their big mistake: the hero turns left. Had he turned right, Randall would have been neatly dispatched in a German raid on a British strongpoint. Author Forester, whose Captain Horatio Hornblower is one of the best historical romances in the language, would thus have been spared the shame of scattering Hornblower's wake with a fictional mess...
...sort of modern Everyman, Randall has Everyman's troubles with Nobody's ability to handle them. On page 11 he meets an "older woman" of 26 on a London tram. Only 20, and at his author's mercy, "Randall saw the full lips and not the weak chin," and so they were married. "Her hot shallow passion . . . roused convulsive feelings in Randall . . . The deep wells within him gushed with tenderness . . . And then peace descended on them both . . . like night coming down upon a tropical sunset"-in a London hotel...
...midnight of October 11-12 and the whole course of world history was going to change forever in just two hours more. Nobody quite realized that. But every man in the fleet, from the Admiral to the smallest page boy, was tensely alert . . . 'Tierra! Tierra!' bawled [the lookout on the Pinta] . . . The ship's biggest piece of artillery, a 'lombard,' had been standing, loaded and primed, ready to fire a signal the moment there was news . . . 'Bang!' went the lombard. North America had been discovered...