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As a kid in the 1960s, I used to watch for the Journal paperboy in late afternoon, so I could see what was happening in Li’l Abner, especially if Fearless Fosdick was being featured.
Isn’t if funny remembering how the paperboy (or papergirl as the case may be) used to come collecting? Our carrier used to come on Friday night, or Saturday afternoon. The young entrepreneur used to have a little ticket with dates on it for each subscriber, bound on sort of a keychain, and they would punch it after you paid them. I remember a few times having to answer the door and pay & tip the kid if Mom was busy.
It’s too bad those days are long gone – and the era of impersonal delivery via a noisy car (often needing a new muffler) is here to stay.
Anyway, 50 years ago the Journal was still in its plant and thus wanted to leave a good impression on the community. So from time to time the iconic Journal sign needed to be freshened up. And that’s the subject of the photo and caption shown below, which ran in the paper on October 10, 1970.
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Times change. When I delivered the now-defunct Cleveland Press nearly 60 years ago, almost every house on the street took the paper. (And yes, I had one of those ring doo-hickeys to keep track of my collections.) When I graduated from college, my first job was as a reporter for a now-defunct small daily. My father's father was an orphan who made a living selling the now-defunct Cleveland News on street corners in downtown Cleveland.
Today I subscribe to the Plain Dealer and the New York Times, but neither of them are what they once were.
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