Just off Times Square, at the southwest corner of the cavernous third-floor newsroom, in an office with the door usually open, sits the managing editor of The New York Times. Turner Catledge's office is as functional and unpretentious as its tenant, a tall Mississippian of 63 whose courtly manner cannot entirely conceal a natural gregariousness. There, every afternoon at 4, Catledge musters his department heads around a big oval table to set the course of the next day's editions. And there, at such a conference one day last week, Managing Editor Catledge...
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