The man you never notice, the one who does all the little things perfectly and makes his teammates all look great. The world may not know him, but you ask any Minstrel what makes this team go, and the answer will be "Ross!"
Founder and editor of The New Yorker. Everything good in it, even today, 50 years after his death, can be traced to Ross's conception of the magazine and his brilliant weekly execution for a quarter of a century. Everything bad belongs to his various successors, no one of whom could approach his astonishing range.