A tousle-haired, middle-aged artist carrying his charcoal and sandpaper in a tin cigaret box went to Washington one day last week on a routine assignment for the New York Times Sunday magazine. Samuel Johnson Woolf, 57, had done this many times before. He would draw a picture of a newsworthy personage and, while doing it, interrogate his subject enough to make a one-page interview to publish with his charcoal sketch. Sometimes he would jot down a few notes about what the person said on the edge of his drawing, but mostly he relied...
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