One of the wiliest space grabbers ever to bamboozle an editor, New York Press-agent Jim Moran, 51, has found a needle in a haystack (after 82 hr. 35 min.), hatched an ostrich egg (19 days on the nest), sold an icebox to an Eskimo and two snow-blind fleas to Paramount (for use under klieg lights), to pitch himself or a client into the newspapers. Last week Moran was landing in print again, on a coast-to-coast search for "the happiest girl in America—a girl as happy as a Lark." His client: Studebaker's Lark.
But in Minneapolis Moran's bird failed to sing. Minneapolis Tribune...
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