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
, not worth a story? Did we really have to be so mean in reviewing
the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber?