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rang for me in the Connecticut bureau, and Jeff would crisply say,
Hey, Scoop. Jeff taught me that when I had intrinsically
dramatic material I should keep my tone sober and subdued
dead-away was his phrase for it. He policed my copy to ensure
that my own biases never showed through. Without fear or favor
was The Times mantra; straight down the middle was Jeffs
mandate to me. And when I faltered I can recall one particular
article about a nucle- ar-freeze referendum in a Connecticut town
then the phone rang in the bureau with a different greeting. When
I read this story, Jeff would say icily, I know exactly what Sam
Freedman thinks. I would rewrite as quickly as possibly to regain
Jeffs approval.
In some disconcerting ways, too, Jeff struck me as a pure
product of The Times, a company man. In one of my first
feature stories for the paper, about a hockey league for
investment bankers and corpo- rate lawyers in the tony suburb
of New Canaan, I described a player changing out of his Paul
Stewart shirt. If youre going to write for The New York Times,
Jeff told me with both levity and edge as he edited the piece,
youre going to have to know how to spell Paul Stuart. A few
months later, during a worrisome dry spell for me, Jeff assigned
me to profile the former Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart
on his return to his alma mater, Yale University. The article got
big, splashy display, and I was grateful and relieved. I told Jeff
as much during a subsequent lunch. But I also told him that
there were plenty of people who went to public universities like
Rutgers and UConn who were also Times readers, and stories
about those
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