In the production room on the 24th floor of the Time-Life Building in Manhattan, several writers were "greening"penciling out lines of their stories or adding a few to fit the space allotted to them. Trailing long galleys, the writers and other people on late duty constantly consulted the busy man on the high stool: Director of Computer Composition Robert Boyd. Whenever anything is about to go wrong at the end of the weeka misplaced sentence, a missing picture caption, an inexplicably overlong storyeveryone knows that the man to see is Boyd. He can...
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