COMMUNICATIONS
The unruffled and competent reporter stands on the deck, at the airport, at the Secretary's elbow, with his pencil working on the wad of copy paper, his sharp eye on the crowd, on the building about to fall, on the halfback faking and spinning. The good correspondent goes overside with the troops, crawls up the ridge to the command post, cajoles himself into the bomber, bums a ride in the General's jeep. The photographer is there with his tripod, his fast-action film; he is there with a cloud filter for the dogfight in the stratosphere; there with a flash...
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