War Stories: Press Checks Across America

I study the fresh press sheet he brings back: the model’s hair is now flaming red, along with her eyes, her skin, her yellow dress, the sky. The pressman seems pleased.

“Way too much red, isn’t it?” I said. “You need to come back down on magenta.”

“You got it,” said the pressman, as he leaned about five times too long on the minus red key. In the next press sheet, the model’s red hair was now green, along with her eyes, her skin, her dress, the sky. Again the pressman looked pleased.