Why do our current newspapers have to be so boring?

[dorktv]

I am looking at a New York Evening Journal from 1911 and it actually has a drawing of a hanging gallow for with a caption "Who Belongs Here?"

We never have that kind of strangeness now a days.

[Moochy]

1. I've seen some pretty good headlines in the Post?

New York Post seems to still go there ...

[Floogeldy]

2. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!

Artist: Quicksilver Messenger Service
Song: What About Me?
(Released December of 1970)

You poisoned my sweet water.
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease.

My world is slowly fallin' down
And the airs not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough,
We have to do something.......

Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?

Your newspapers,
They just put you on.
They never tell you
The whole story.

They just put your
Young ideas down.
I was wonderin' could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?

Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?

I work in your factory.
I study in your schools.
I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too!

And I feel the future trembling,
As the word is passed around.
"If you stand up for what you do believe,
Be prepared to be shot down."

Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?

And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run..........................

An Im always getting busted
And I got to take a stand........
I believe the revolution
Must be mighty close at hand.......................

Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?

I smoke marijuana
But I cant get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe
Is against most of your laws

I'm a fugitive from injustice
But I'm goin' to be free.
Cause your rules and regulations
They dont do the thing for me

Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh.......oh What you gonna do about me?

And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run.