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Number One
I was thinking of calling this publication The Underground Journal, not because of what is contained on its pages, but because it’s done entirely in my basement.
Hello Friends!
Since I am new to the AAPA I think I’ll kind of introduce myself in this first issue of The Rag. I’m twenty-eight years old and dad to a seven year old son and a familiar face to my seven month old daughter. When I’m not at work operating various printing machines, I’m usually found in the cellar printing on a 6 x 10 Kelsey.
I’ve been interested in printing for as long as I remember. I was all set to print a neighborhood newspaper when I was a kid, but that project failed due to a lack of neighborhood news (that any self respecting kid should know about.) In them days I was printing on one of those little crank type presses with the rubber type. A year of high school printing class really sold me on printing as a career.
Well, now you know everything there is to know about me except my name, which, with any kind of luck, should appear on the last page.
This is the third time I have re-written the first page of The Rag. That’s not so bad, but I also had type set before I changed my mind.
A TOYOTA is a Palindrome.
The Perils of Photinia
I don’t know how much national news exposure the plight of the British fighter Photinia received (if any) – but here in St. Francis it caused quite a stir.
The Photinia is a 480 foot ship that was anchored outside the Milwaukee harbor waiting for dock space to take on a cargo of grain. May 13 brought a storm that not only blew down our back yard swimming pool, but also the Photinia, anchors and all, about five miles south, to a resting place stuck in the sandy bottom of Lake Michigan about two hundred yards off the coast of our fair city. After an exciting Coast Guard helicopter rescue of the crew, the Photinia soon became a tourist attraction.
On the night of July 3, one of the salvage boats that was tied to the Photinia broke loose. A short circuit started a fire, and soon there was an explosion that lit up the sky and rattled our windows. Our good old volunteer fire department was soon out rowing around the lake wondering what in the world happened and looking for survivors. There weren’t any. No one was on board.
The Photinia was finally refloated on July 7th when six tug boats pulled her into deeper water. She was pulled to Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin where it was learned that the cost of repairs, (about three million dollars), was more than she was worth. The Photinia is headed for the scrap pile.
Have you heard about the guy who graduated from chefs school with a medium well average?
The Rag is hand set and printed one column at a time due to a serious shortage of type, spaces, leads, slugs, and other vital ingredients. (Kelsey Company, Here I come!) Here’s hoping future issues of The Rag are bigger and better.
Printed by Gary Woodie at
St. Francis, Wisconsin 53207