Somewhere in Oregon, there is a basement…

…where the internet has punctured the walls of an old newspaper printing room, where fiber optic conduit is still surrounded by a cloud of clippings pasted there by printers of The Oregonian a century ago.


These guys paid attention to the weather…


They kept tabs on how often good old Hurrah Brown (that skinflint!) actually paid his dime for coffee…


They tried their darnedest to keep the work environment orderly…


They tuned in to all the action and horror of the “present, tremendous World War”…


And of course they couldn’t keep their eyes off the girls.


Over at, Cabel has a couple of dozen more pictures of this terrific time capsule of a sub-basement where today’s media flows right through the ghosts of yesterday’s media who, it turns out, are pretty familiar and likeable.

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