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“The show is being changed right now, by the way. Jeff Burke is doing it for the Magic Kingdom. And I think it will be better, with new birds, master of ceremonies, etc.”

Quote by John Hench

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John Hench was an accomplished designer renowned for his contributions to movie poster design. Born on June 29, 1908, and passing away on February 5, 2004, Hench's distinctive style had a profound impact on the field of movie poster design. more

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