The Cine Technician (1953-1956)

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94 THE CINE-TECHNICIAN May 1954 OUTSIDE REPORT ON GEORGE ELVIN During the recent film laboratories' dispute, the " Evening Standard " published an article titled " What Kind of a Red is George Elvin? " Title suggests, and article places, an artful emphasis; and is far from being impartial. Knowing that its readers will read it with the necessary scepticism, CINE reprints it as an amusing and skilful piece of partial reporting on ACT's General Secretary. by CHARLES REID FIRST thing this morning George Henry Elvin, men's leader in the film industry dispute, was busy on the telephone in his Soho Square office. He was convening the 21 members of his executive committee to a special meeting tomorrow night. The meeting will decide whether normal working shall be resumed in the film processing laboratories pending the Ministry of Labour's investigation of the dispute. Elvin's tone was jubilant. He regards the Ministry's intervention as a first-round success to the Union. Lean, sallow and 47, Elvin walks with a student's stoop which disguises his height, six foot one and a half. Before the war he played tennis and soccer for England (centre-forward and inside-left positions) at Socialist workers' sports internationals. Nobody would gather this from his recluse-like mien. He talks politics and technical shop in a quick, crackling, restless voice. On first contact he seems highly-strung. But no. " However hot the pace," he says, " I never worry. I have no duodenal ulcers. I never shall have duodenal ulcers."