War Stories: Press Checks Across America

I pointed at a black shirt on the press sheet. “This shirt should be tan.”

The pressman looked at the Kodak proof: The shirt was tan. He looked at his press sheet: The shirt was definitely black.

“Needs yellow,” he said.

At the distant end of the press, a crew was stacking piles of folded press sheets onto pallets. “You’re saving already?” I asked. The pressman nodded. “You’ll need to throw all those away,” I said.