The editor of the tabloid New York Daily Mirror was up at 7, to scan his own paper and his opposition over a cup of coffee. He checked in at the office by 9, got up to St. Patrick's in time to cover Babe Ruth's funeral, walked over to the Waldorf-Astoria men's bar for a reminiscent lunch with Mourners Leo Durocher and Mel Ott. Back at the office, he wrote the funeral story (see above), took 35 minutes to peck out a syndicated column that goes to 600 newspapers, and wrestled his first edition to press. That night, in his apartment,...
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