Any correspondent worth the price of a cable toll knows that, in moving to a new post, he will inherit a desk calendar covered with mysterious scrawls, address books with unidentified phone numbers, a bewildering assortment of old news clippings, and a series of phone calls meant for his predecessor. W ith perseverance, he usually succeeds in living down the ghost of his forerunner. But Cranston Jones, who recently became TIME'S correspondent in Rio de Janeiro, thinks he will always be haunted by a triple-decker ghost named White.
Ever since 1947, TIME'S bureau in...
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