On April 29, 1933 William Randolph Hearst was 70. Hearst executives and empoyes were obliged to think of him as an old man. Since he rarely budged from his Enchanted Hill in California never showed himself outside his home state the notion grew that he was all but doddering. Whenever his name arose in Hearst offices, talk was apt to turn to his imminent collapse and the burning question is who would succeed to control of his publishing domain.
Last week all Hearstlings were given evidence that the Chief was still able...
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