The Torch: A Dispatch from the Arch-Codex Newsroom By The Purple Desk In the damp, flickering shadows of the mid-century newsroom, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and stale coffee. There, between the clatter of Remington typewriters and the urgent ring of the city desk phones, a specific kind of American archetype was forged. She was the "News Gal"—a fast-talking, high-functioning prof...