Fleet Streeters gaped. There it was, in a front page box of Lord Rothermere's Daily Mail: GOOD MORNING! FRANK OWEN
JOINS THE DAILY MAIL.
By all odds, this was the sharpest British journalistic swerve of the year. A sort of Churchill at the halfway mark (though at the opposite political pole), talented, ambitious Frank Owen had been a Liberal M.P. at 23, the socialist editor of the imperialist Evening Standard at 32, a soldier correspondent at 37. His latest professional hurdle took him from his prewar job with Lord Beaverbrook into the camp of the Beaver's keenest journalistic rival, Lord Rothermere. Some Tory...
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