Glad the New Yorker is going through the dirty linen and family tabloid stuff of a foreign writer who has been dead for over a half century. Harold Ross never

Glad the New Yorker is going through the dirty linen and family tabloid stuff of a foreign writer who has been dead for over a half century. Harold Ross never ran a great magazine, but even he kept such dreck out. This is more of that post-Gottlieb Tina Brown change.