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JAMES J. KILPATRICK
Universal Press Syndicate
Let is be said at the outset, in case I forget to say it later, that The New York Times is the greatest paper in the land. It is graced by word maven William Safire. In Russell Baker, the Times has the wittiest of all humorists. Under Howell Raines the editorial page, which used to be misguided mushily, is now misguided decisvely. Besides, the Times has the best crossword puzzles to be found anywhere.
Enough! One expects greatness of the great. Day in and day out, the Times should go almost flawlessly to press. Its rare mistakes should have a certain grandeur about them: Matterhoms of error. But alas! The mighty Times these days is like unto the great image of Neburchadnezzar, whose feet were part of iron and part of clay.
The Times covered Karel Novacek’s fine performance at the U.S. Open in September. The talented Czechoslovakian, ranked 56th in the world, at last reached the quarterfinals of a Grand Slam event. Reported Robin Finn: “He finally received his just desserts.”
Aaargh! It is not just “desserts,” for crying out loud! It is just “deserts,” and it is seldom the hero who gets his just deserts, it is almost always the villain who gets his just deserts.
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