The Herald
Founded by Tobias Wayne in the 1820's, The Herald was once a great paper, now everything about it is bad. The stories are bad, the comic strips are bad. (Little Orphan Mildred? Really?). Even the ink and paper are the cheapest to be found, it's said that parakeets won't even poop on it.
It's most important asset is its building in Old Gotham, several floors of which are rented out as lawyer's offices (the courthouse being nearby). It's other advantage is the speed it gets out its special sports editions.
The publisher is Randolph Dinkley, a general fuss budget. The editor changes nearly every other month, but currently is Skip Haversham, a recent Princeton grad. ( no real newsman will take the job.) Skip has taken to writing many of the news stories himself, hoping to add a little zip.
The crime beat is handled by Tomkin Wallop, a befuddled old coot who manages to cobble together some sort of report on major criminal outbreaks, but without a lot of specifics. The city beat is held by Lester Fudge, a drunken gambler who hangs out with the lower echelons of city halls hoping to get some scraps of news. Photography is currently done by stringers, mostly kids, like Bobby Wilson, a 16-year old former paper-boy looking to make it big.