The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.
Voice-acting on the fun meter is off the scale. You show up you don't have to be all primped up or dressed up. And you get to work with some amazing people and goof off for four hours.