Amid the busy din and jingle in the New York Herald Tribune's city room one afternoon last week, one of the city editor's telephones rang.
"Hello, Stanley," said a petulant woman's voice. ''Aren't you going to keep our date?"
"What date? Who is this?"
Bit by bit the woman's story came out. A handsome gentleman in a fine automobile had picked her up at 110th Street the day before, wined her, dined her, told her that he was City Editor Stanley Walker of the Herald Tribune. He had made...