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Cape Central High Photos

Ken Steinhoff, Cape Girardeau Central High School Class of 1965, was a photographer for The Tiger and The Girardot, and was on the staff of The Capaha Arrow and The Sagamore at Southeast Missouri State University. He worked as a photographer / reporter (among other things) at The Jackson Pioneer and The Southeast Missourian.

Come here to see photos and read stories (mostly true) about coming of age in Southeast Missouri in the 1960s.

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What Are These People Thinking?

[Non-Cape News alert. From time to time, I may toss in some stuff that isn’t exactly from or about Cape directly. This is a story about a week where I experienced the best and the worst that the newspaper business has to offer.]

I’ve mentioned that I spent most of my life in the ink-slinging business. C.J. and Dean, two of the best photographers and nicest guys I ever worked with  joined me for lunch the other day while Dean’s wife was visiting relatives in the area. We spent almost two hours reliving stories we had covered, folks we had worked with and sharing a few sober moments thinking about ones who are no longer with us.

Dean died on the job one day

Died literally. Not figuratively. Literally.

He was covering a sporting event when a wild pitch going about 70 mph clocked him right in the temple, fracturing his skull in several places.

“I dropped like a rock. I stayed awake long enough to hand the the sports writer my car keys and to ask him to secure my equipment. I recall them loading me into the ambulance and I started fading away. The last thing I remember is telling the paramedic, “We have to get going.”

They lost him at least once on the way to the hospital and had to pull off to the side of the freeway to bring him back. A buddy who saw him shortly after he arrived at the hospital said he was sprawled on a table with no one around, with tubes coming out of him. He thought he was dead and offered up a prayer, he told Dean later.

The original prognosis wasn’t good. Even if – and that wasn’t a given – he started to come back, the doctors predicted it would be two years or more before he could do practically anything. Four months later, Dean was back shooting pictures.

Somebody PAID us to have this much fun

When we got up to leave, I said,  “You know, there aren’t a whole lot of folks who weren’t in our business who could tell stories like ours. And the neat thing is that someone PAID us to have those experiences.”

Someone asked me later if I had taken pictures of Dean and C.J.. I confessed that the thought crossed my mind, but some days you take pictures home; some days you take memories home. That was a memory day, not a picture day.

That was the highlight of the week

It didn’t take long to hit the low of the week.

Last night I went to my old paper’s web photo gallery to see if any local staffers had gone over to cover the earthquake in Haiti. I only saw one local picture, but there were some excellent photos in the collection. Hard to look at, but excellent news photos.

The advertisements next to these horrific pictures was appalling

There’s a Jet Blue ad that says, “THIS DAY JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER” next to a father who has found his 10-month-old daughter in a pile of corpses.

A Palm Beach Post house ad has the headline “SURVIVING THE SQUEEZE” next to a photo of a pair of feet sticking out from under a collapsed hotel.

Another house ad headlined, “LOSING YOUR HOME?” runs next to a photo of the rubble of Haiti’s Presidential Palace.

The photos are graphic and not the kind of thing that I want to put here. I have screen captures of the photos and ads on this journalism site, if you want to see something embarassing.

In fairness, the photo gallery was probably put together by a third party and the ads are stuffed in at random, so it’s not a case where it’s being done deliberately. In many ways, I don’t consider that an acceptable excuse. I’m glad I got out of the business while folks who worked in newspapers actually read what we produced and were held accountable for it.

3 comments to What Are These People Thinking?

  • Margi Whitright

    You are so right about sensitive ads. Jerry and I love to make fun of the unfortunate juxtaposition of stories and pictures or ads that we find in the newspaper. Even when I worked for a county-wide free distribution advertising paper, the owners would go through every page of the paste-ups to make sure that the ads for like businesses were NOT placed on the same page or back to back. The times of careful proofing and printing are past, I’m afraid.

  • Bill East

    WARNING: Old Editor’s Rant!

    The sad state of today’s newspaper’s was illustrated in today’s St. Louis Post-Dispatch. A headline read “The Art of Regifting”. Regifting???? Even windows spell checker doesn’t recognize this!

    A staff writer on a trade magazine I once edited couldn’t understand why I objected to describing a singer as “the most awarded women in country music”. To whom was she awarded and why??

    Another writer couldn’t understand why I removed “self-made octogenarian”.

    One young journalism grad told me it didn’t matter if there were punctuation, spelling and grammatocal errors. What he wrote was more important than how he wrote it!

    That’s why I am no longer in the business. I value my sanity too much.

    End of Rant!

  • Preston "Pep" Foster

    Margi & BIll are “preaching to the choir.”
    Here is a “guideline” form for new patients from a state-of-the-art medical clinic, dated 2010.
    (sic) “By signing below, I agree that I have been explained and fully understand the above statement.”
    Does anybody else remember John Astin on Night Court intoning the line, “But I feel MUCH better now!” ?
    Pep

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