Mao Zedong at Beijing Airport.
—Undated photograph, William
Mulligan Collection, © 2009
William A. Mulligan, Ph.D. All
rights reserved.
Yes, on the graveyard shift, after the papers rolled off the press in the basement below in groups of 25 and traveled up a conveyor belt to the mail room, he hand bundled them for the route carriers, quickly tying each with twine that he cut with a finger ring-knife.
And, yes, some days, he hand-stuffed newspaper inserts into thousands of papers.
Yes, he did sell and design display advertising, and he did deliver ad proofs to merchants before publication and tear sheets to them after publication.
Yes, at that daily newspaper, too, one of his duties was to work as a head-phoned telephone operator on an ancient switchboard with many dangling cables and small white lights, in which the mouthpiece was held in the left hand while the right hand was used to plug in cables to connect the calls to the newsroom, advertising, composing room, wherever needed.
Yes, during his early days of working for his hometown newspaper, while in college, he did yell “STOP THE PRESSES,” to make a correction on a full-page ad.
Yes, in cold December, as part of the publisher's public service efforts, he visited the city's grade schools to obtain the names of children who needed shoes, and he gave out toys to children at the local sports arena, at the newspaper's annual Goodfellows Christmas party.
Yes, on the first day of his job in the mailroom at that hometown newspaper, he was tricked by fellow newspaper workers when he was told to go to the basement pressroom and get a “paper stretcher,” a piece of chain dipped into the press' ink well, which was handed to him dripping black ink by the pressmen.
No, he never did that again.
Yes, as the publisher's assistant, of this paper he did write a lengthy historical feature that included a lengthy interview with the city's police chief.
Yes, as a copy editor, of the Columbus Evening Dispatch, he did inform the copy desk chief that President Richard Nixon plan to resign as president of the United States of America.
Then, the newspaper’s radio dispatchers notified the orange box delivery trucks with the newsstand edition that the papers in the back of their trucks was out of date and told them to return to the mail room delivery docks for a re-printed edition of the newspaper with the screaming banner headline, “NIXON TO RESIGN,” that day, Aug. 9, 1974.
Yes, he did introduce Xinhua News Agency to Walter William’s Missouri Method of teaching journalism, after the Cultural Revolution, 1966-1976.
Yes, his seventh-floor copy editing room at Xinhua had a very large New York Times poster on the wall that simply stated: “Who, What, When, Why, How.”
And, yes, in that copy editing room, the Chinese-language maps of China and the world next to the Times poster were from the CIA.
Yes, as the only English-language copy editor late one night at Xinhua, he did write a piece titled “No News Tonight,” which was featured in Managing Editor Daryl Moen's Columbia Missourian column.
Yes, he did copy edit China’s first stories on its plan to get Hong Kong back from Great Britain, while working at Xinhua News Agency in the early 1980s. The stories were completed long after he left the agency, with Hong Kong's turnover to China, July 21, 1997.
Yes, as a graduate student, he did take and did pass the FCC's — Federal Communications Commission's — test for a radio certification to be a DJ, when he was working on his master’s degree in communications at Murray State.
Yes, while a weekly newspaper editor, he did have his forehead stitched up by an ex-Army surgeon following a pool-stick bashing for writing a “Mulligan's Stew” column in support of traffic safety.
Yes, as a college student, he did work in concessions at the Ellis Park Race Course (founded in 1922 as Dade Park), soda jerking Coke and 7-Up. He was not of age to sell draft beer. The pay was in cash, sometimes in silver dollars.
And, yes, to earn money for college, he also worked at the Red Barn, for 80 cents an hour, serving chicken and burgers.
Yes, as a high school student, he did drive a yellow Bel-Air.
Yes, as a twice-a-day newspaper carrier, he did sell, from his heavy-duty Schwinn bicycle, the EXTRA newspaper edition on John F. Kennedy’s assassination, Nov. 22, 1963.
Yes, as a child, this writer did first leave home at the age of 14 to attend St. Thomas seminary in Louisville pronounced “Luu-vill,” 120 miles away. His first airplane flight was the trip back home for the holidays, which were spoiled by study for the final exams he faced upon his return to school in January.
And, yes, there the school headmaster, Father White, taught him three things: to read and write classical Latin, to wear a windbreaker jacket-and-tie when attending class and meals, and to eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.
And, yes, as a child, he did go with his dad at 5 a.m. on hot summer days to the farm of a family friend, where his father hand suckered (removed the terminal buds) from tobacco plants.
No, he did not marry a Kentucky girl.
Yes, he was at: the Columbia Missourian's 75th anniversary; the Columbia Missourian's 100th anniversary; at Xinhua News Agency's 50th anniversary in Beijing; he was at Long Beach's Daily Forty-Niner's 40th anniversary; and, he was at the Daily Forty-Niner's 50th anniversary.
No, he is not a Kentucky Colonel.
Yes, he is an Outstanding Texan (1985).
Yes indeed, newspaper ink has always flowed in his bloodstream.
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