Back in the 60’s, I worked for a newspaper called the “Hurricane Courier”. Hours were good but the pay was lousy. Not only was I never paid (it was a high-school rag, after all) but, pouring insult onto injury, I wound up getting myself fired. I am the only high-school newspaper writer ever fired. (If you don’t think so, find another one.)
The Hurricane Courier’s rather immodest tagline: “Something Dramatic in Journalism.” But most of the drama surrounding the newspaper was never reported. You see, at the same time I wrote for the newspaper, I had also been writing and passing around an “underground magazine” that made juvenile fun of high-school institutions, including the hapless Courier. The cover title for one of the issues: “Something or Other in Journalism.” Larry Davis, my good friend and editor of the Courier, loved it.
It was a few weeks later that the newspaper faculty advisor, Mr. Pat Panella, caught one of the issues of my magazine in circulation and kicked me off the newspaper staff.
Larry and I haven’t corresponded since our college days. Larry, maybe someday you will google “Hurricane Courier” and discover this little essay and get in touch. Or maybe not.
Back in the 60’s, I worked for a newspaper called the “Hurricane Courier”. Hours were good but the pay was lousy. Not only was I never paid (it was a high-school rag, after all) but, pouring insult onto injury, I wound up getting myself fired. I am the only high-school newspaper writer ever fired. (If you don’t think so, find another one.)
The Hurricane Courier’s rather immodest tagline: “Something Dramatic in Journalism.” But most of the drama surrounding the newspaper was never reported. You see, at the same time I wrote for the newspaper, I had also been writing and passing around an “underground magazine” that made juvenile fun of high-school institutions, including the hapless Courier. The cover title for one of the issues: “Something or Other in Journalism.” Larry Davis, my good friend and editor of the Courier, loved it.
It was a few weeks later that the newspaper faculty advisor, Mr. Pat Panella, caught one of the issues of my magazine in circulation and kicked me off the newspaper staff.
Larry and I haven’t corresponded since our college days. Larry, maybe someday you will google “Hurricane Courier” and discover this little essay and get in touch. Or maybe not.