Who Wants To Be A Mid-two-figures-aire?

How luck, television, and a saintly lurker on the Internet combined to let the author visit 1953 for half an hour.

And now let’s see what the panel can do with another challenger. Would you sign in please, sir?

A grainy black-and-white kinescope flickers on our television screen. A close-up on a chalkboard. A hand—the right—holds a thick piece of white chalk. It begins to write in a sure, round style that I have never seen before. A voice off-screen reads:

Marshall . . .”

The hand drops down a line and continues to write.

 
 
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