by: Max Frankel | The New York Times

When he felt a need to concern himself with what was printed in his newspaper, Punch, as everyone called him, would descend 11 floors to the editor’s office and humbly await his turn for an audience. Could we please handle the wedding notice of the daughter of a major advertiser? Are the charitable projects of Bill Scranton, a director of The New York Times, not worth a story? Did we really have to be so mean in reviewing the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber?