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Down the Queen Elizabeth's gangplank and on to Manhattan's Pier 90 one day last week the British movie industry stepped. Waiting on the dock, like a stack of plump pillows at the end of a laundry chute, stood a half-dozen U.S. movie executives. As Cinemogul Joseph Arthur Rank saw them, he blinked and turned up his coat collar against the chill May morning. But then Arthur Rank's face broke into a smile. He strode forward. As the expectant executive smiles faded, he walked over and wrung the hand of Judge Lewis...
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