
Beck’s Long Ride Lonesome
By ALEXANDER LARMAN
|This article is from the archive of The New York Sun before the launch of its new website in 2022. The Sun has neither altered nor updated such articles but will seek to correct any errors, mis-categorizations or other problems introduced during transfer.

One day a few months ago, R. Emmett Tyrrell telephoned with a jolly request. He wanted to know whether The New York Sun could help him get an invitation to a 60th birthday fund-raising banquet for President Clinton that was being held in Toronto. I told him that I liked to think of myself an as an editor who would do anything for a reporter or columnist and would be happy to try, but I cautioned him not to count on success. “Well, then,” Mr. Tyrrell said. “Don’t worry about it. Leave it with me.” And that is how I left it.

By ALEXANDER LARMAN
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By SHAILI SINGH
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By BENNY AVNI
|One day a few months ago, R. Emmett Tyrrell telephoned with a jolly request. He wanted to know whether The New York Sun could help him get an invitation to a 60th birthday fund-raising banquet for President Clinton that was being held in Toronto. I told him that I liked to think of myself an as an editor who would do anything for a reporter or columnist and would be happy to try, but I cautioned him not to count on success. “Well, then,” Mr. Tyrrell said. “Don’t worry about it. Leave it with me.” And that is how I left it.
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