A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

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Entry from May 03, 2014
“Cut a newsman and he bleeds ink”

Entry in progress—B.P.

19 December 1995, The Gleaner (Kingston, Jamaica), pg. 10B, col. 2:
Mr. Barrington Simpson has been a member of the staff since 1971. he joined the JIS family as a Press Assistant and today is head of the Printing Division. It is said if you cut him, he bleeds INK not BLOOD.

Google Books
Community Journalism:
Relentlessly Local

By Jock Lauterer
Chapel Hill, NC: University of North Carolina Press
Pg. 303:
Ed Harper ‘’bleeds ink.’’ That’s an editor’s way of saying that he lives, breathes, eats and sleeps newspapers.

Google Books
Christmas Jars:
A Novel

By Jason F. Wright
Salt Lake City, UT: Shadow Mountain
Pg. 11:
Assigning stories, editing, and selling newspaper advertising was fine, but it was writing the stories that provided the hook. “I think she bleeds ink,” her mother beamed.

The Spectator
Week of 3.29.2009
Cut this editor and he bleeds ink!
written by Bill Barth
The fellow who runs this operation ā€” Ron Cruger, the Spectator himself ā€” apparently thinks I can write.

PUBLISHED: MAY 1, 2014 12:01 AM EST
UPDATED: APRIL 30, 2014 12:37 PM EST
Lenore Skomal: The end’s not the end
Newspapering was more than a job, more than a career, more than a place to go each day. There’s an old saying: You cut a newsman, and he bleeds ink. That’s my husband.

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityMedia/Newspapers/Magazines/Internet • Saturday, May 03, 2014 • Permalink