In a Manhattan restaurant last fortnight, a hat-check man hung up a battered Western felt, then followed its owner to a table. "Pardon me, sir," said he, "Aren't you Mr. McNaughton of television?"
The hat-checker's question—and the stack of fan letters that came later —brought TIME Correspondent Frank McNaughton some surprising news. To millions of televiewers in 26 U.S. cities he had become something of a star. To TIME editors he was a man doing before cameras just what he had been doing with a typewriter for 24 years: a bang-up reporting job.
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