An open secret grapevined through the vast reaches of the Hearst empire. From Los Angeles to Manhattan, in deeply carpeted offices and in the roaring, greasy basement pressrooms, Hearstlings heard the word and passed it along: the gaudy old American Weekly had a new and younger publisher; William Randolph Hearst Jr. had a new and bigger job.
Out "to take a long rest" and probably a permanent one, from the Sunday supplement's editorship, went slight, sharp Martin J. ("Mike") Porter. In, as the fourth editor in its 50 flamboyant years, went portly, white-haired Walter Howey, 63-year-old veteran troubleshooter— the real-life model of...
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