Down from the icy Mt. Washington range rushed a freezing winter gale Sunday night before last, howling among the eaves of tight little New Hampshire homesteads. Seated around their snug fireplaces, winter-bound New Hampshiremen listened to their radios. Those who were listening to gabby Walter Winchell's air column were in for a surprise. As a rule. Columnist Winchell confines himself to reporting who is whose "heart," what romances have "gone phffft" on "the Stem." Unexpectedly assuming the role of kingmaker, he jolted his listeners in the Granite State by announcing: "The...
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