If there is a cock o' Fleet Street it is indisputably burly, hardheaded Viscount Rothermere, younger brother of the late great Northcliffe. On the foundation of his brother's Daily Mail he has piled newspaper properties which tower above all others in London. Last week England was treated to the spectacle of the potent Rothermere returning, scratched, bruised and bowed to his own front yard. He had tried for four years to extend his supremacy to the provinces. He had been soundly trounced by a greying, horsy-looking Welshman who was comparatively unknown in...
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