Word: tabloid
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...most eagerly read column in Munich, appearing in the tabloid Abendzeitung, is written in breezy English by Gordon Francis Feehan, 38, a New England-born Irishman. Under the pen name of Frank Gordon, Feehan turns out his slangy, spangled Munich-Go-Round, that looks as startlingly Arnerican in its German context as Dinah Shore would among the Rhinemaidens...
...Other Germany. In contrast to the stodgy, opinion-packed journals that have traditionally formed Germany's newspaper diet, Springer's sprightly, independent papers concentrate on news and features. His morning Bild-Zeitung, a frothy, picture-filled tabloid that has the biggest circulation (3,000,000) of any newspaper on the Continent, pays little attention to politics and only skimpily covered Germany's election campaign. He launched it only five years ago after a London trip exposed him to the British popular press. To build readership, he borrowed a bag of tricks from U.S. and British newspapering...
...Denver Post, and also to reporters with such fine Gaelic names as Scripps-Howard's Andrew Tully and the Chicago Daily News's William McGaffin, the Queen was "a doll, a living" doll." The Post also, thought she was "a honey." Manhattan tabloid headlines called her Liz, and the Chicago Daily News's Robert E. Hoyt paid the ultimate democratic compliment: "But for the grace of God, she'd be plain Lizzie Battenberg...
...Spies, never dull. The story concerned a psychopathic killer, who haunts a frightened cop, "a man without guile, walking perhaps to death when his heart was full of new life." Winchell's old vaudeville training stood him in good stead, especially when he had to talk about "the tabloid fury of the only city that never truly goes to sleep" or play amateur detective and whoosh across town in his radio car, sirens screaming, to beat the New York police force to the scene of violence. And then, the plain little moral: "It's all right...
Sinerama. Though barely old enough to vote, brash, nightclub-pallid John J. Miller is precocious enough to be Broadway's most scurrilous keyhole peeper. For Manhattan's National Enquirer (circ. 119,055), a Sunday tabloid ("The World's Liveliest Paper") that caters to subway society with a churnful of cheesecake, a flutter of racing tips and leering feature stories (LANA TURNER: A GIRL NEEDS MORE THAN A BOSOM), Miller writes what is probably the yeastiest scandal column printed anywhere. Besides his own bylined sinerama each week, thick-set ("six feet when I stand up straight") John Miller...