Early each morning from a slinky Rolls-Royce that glides up to a dingy row of buildings on London's Long Acre, there steps a sandy-haired, neat, London-born Jew, 67-year-old Julius Salter Elias, chairman and managing director of Odhams Press Ltd. He is the most diligent figure in Britain's newspaper world. In his silver-&-black modernistic office he works 16 hours on weekdays, eight on Sundays. Every night at 10 he telephones his press superintendent to get last-minute details of headlines, pictures, stories. Austerely aloof, this lone wolf of Fleet Street, who envies Press Barons Beaverbrook and Rothermere only their titles, seldom talks to...
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