WPCNR WHITE PLAINS ROVING PHOTOGRAPHER. March 16, 2004: Today's photograph is of the old Reporter Dispatch Building entrance, its classic freize recalling the nostalgia of old time news gathering, where footsteps and spike heels tapped on marble foyers, when reporters used pencils (because they always wrote), wore fedoras or pillbox hats,  wrote more stories, blasted out scoops on yellow copy paper on ancient Royal Standard Typewriters, called up sources on stick phones where they held the mouthpiece to their mouth and the earpiece to their ear, and said things like, "Give me rewrite."  

When finished with a story, they'd call "Copy Boy!" who would move the freshly typed scoop to the City Desk Editor, who, in the movies would yell "Stop the Presses!" and scoops used the magic word, "FLASH!" Emerging weary from this entrance in the wee hours, the reporter in rumpled suit, white shirt, tie askew, cigarette dangling from mouth would retire to reflect in a dimly lit bar where he or she got their best stuff, over a gin gimlet or a scotch and soda, always with people, but always alone.

The Reporter Dispatch Building. By The White Plains Roving Photographer