The Press: Spring Song

Dignified Arthur Hays Sulzberger, publisher of the dignified New York Times, once complained to an aide: “The only way I can get anything in this paper is to write a letter to the editor.” His jest was almost but not literally true. Once, for example, he and Editor Charles Merz collaborated on a crossword puzzle that got into print. In last week’s Sunday magazine section the boss scored again—with a quatrain modestly signed “A.H.S.”:

Policemen now are not allowed To do the jobs that they had oughter; Instead they have to watch the crowd Buy nylons for somebody’s daughter.