I would like to add an addendum to my post above. My first job was carrying papers for the local (and I mean LOCAL, as in located here, owned by a resident, hired local people, and did an EXCELLENT job). It was a first rate paper. The reporters lived in our town of approximately 70,000, rubbed elbows with their neighbors, and were generally respected. A school mate of mine (we graduated the same year from the same high school) was the school newspaper editor and later became Editor of the Newspaper). He was a highly respected local Historian, that wrote several books on this area, preserving our local history. After the passing of the Founder of the newspaper, the paper was sold, the Editor was fur-lowed and the path was all downhill after that. By the way, the Founder lost a son to the War and gave the local YMCA a camp dedicated to his son. I attended the camp several times as a youngster. It was, and is, a wonderful place. Outdoors, along the Great Miami River and it offered canoeing, and wonder of wonders, small bore rifle markmanship. Speaking of the newspaper, I knew a number of people who worked there, including relatives, and you could use the paper in an English course as "how to do it". They had a team of proof readers, and it would be RARE to find a mistake in the newspaper. Now, the rag owned by out of towners, NO city presence AT ALL, no proof readers, nothing done locally, and you practically have to be a cryptographer to read it. Errror, after error.
That's it, rant over, but I did want to give credit to the fellows and gals in the past who did such a great job.
FWIW
Dale53