Final Edition: My Fifty Years in the World's Second Oldest Profession - Softcover

Rush, Joseph

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0974771007 ISBN 13: 9780974771007

Publisher: Apogee Publishing, 2004

Synopsis

Plagiarism, deceptions, hoaxes and concocted quotes, including James Blair's New York Times's and Jack Kelley''s USA Today's deceits have plagued newspapers since long before the heightened nototiety achiever in the last year or so. A new book by veteran newsman Joe Rush relates journalistic misplays which got little attention except for corrections in the offending sheets and brief commentary from media critics.

The humorous aspects as well as the pifalls of the journalistic goofs are not lost on the auhor of "FINAL EDITION:My Fifty Years in the Second Oldest Profession".

The book offer a broad spectrum of in-the-trenches accounts of newsgathering, editing and production involved in the "daily miracle" that gets a newspape onto your driveway each morning.In-house publication traumas triggeed by erractic moon flights, fenzied Presidential elecions and a variety of disasers, including that of the presidentially and nationally tragic date of Jan.22, 1963, get their due in this volume that embraces the handling of major news of our times.It takes readers through a reporer's somewhat frenetic, sometimes devious and at all times probing career of excavating for news at every level of newspapes from bulky dailies and weeklies and competing freebies--all based on the vast experience of the author. I ads up to a journalistic volume with in-shop media tales not to be found elsewhere,including an abundance of anecdotes from the Evening News of Newak, N.J., of which he was news editor.

Final Edition painfully describes the demise of the "PMs"--the afernoon dailies--done in by television with its ability to delived instant images and timely reports and by newspaper personnel blind to he compoetitive threat.

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About the Author

The news was in the author's blood.Maternal grandfather covered Woodrow Wilson for New York papers before becoming a layer and long-term New Jersey state judge.Author's father Orange editorial managerof Newark News, died at 42 and author was given cub reporter job. Covered suburb for News and was part-timer for New York Times for 25 years. Attended Seton Hall College and Newark Rutgers Law School night while covering federal and state courts for News. Became news director of Newark News and after News shut down in 1972 became editor of Cranford Chronicle, a weekly, and city editor of Elizabeth Daily Journal before retiring. 0

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"See me tomorrow," said the chief, aiming at thne spitoon again, and misssing again. His wife. at the ready with the rag, promptly cleaned up the newest splash of ugly juice.

Because time was short for me, I was dismayed by being put off by the chief. "But chief, our 9 a.m.bulldog edition is the only one that comes to Livinston and I have to do the story tonight."

"I don't care when you have to do the story," the chief retorted, spitting more violently this time and missing by even more. That's your problem. See me tomorrow."

Edition details

• Publisher: Apogee Publishing
• Publication date: 2004
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0974771007
• ISBN 13: 9780974771007
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 150