The Press: No News Is Bad News

You never miss the water till the well runs dry.

—British Poetaster Rowland Howard Wholesale street-corner thefts of St. Paul newspapers approached 1,500 copies every Sunday; every petty crook in town seemed anxious to make a killing by running the contraband across the Mississippi into Minneapolis. In Minneapolis itself, Mrs. Florence Kennan's butcher, as a favor to a good customer, slipped her a hot copy of the St. Paul Pioneer Press—wrapped to resemble a leg of lamb. Two people fainted in the crush of eager newspaper buyers around a downtown Minneapolis newsstand. Hyman P. Shinder's kiosk, the biggest in town, collected a...

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