Until last week, the once-bright Seattle Star (circ. 67,000) had spent most of its 48 years flickering as fitfully as a moist match. Started in gold-rush days by the late, lusty E. W. Scripps, it grew up as a crusading, loud-mouthed friend of the people, was once worth around $3,000,000.
But in the fumbling hands of Scripps's grandsons, Ed and Jim (it was never a part of the Scripps-Howard chain), the Star became the third daily in a town whose advertisers really needed only two. In hand-to-mouth depression days, its underpaid editors* never knew how final their final edition might be....
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