And then there were the reporters, about eight of us. Some of us had been at the game too long - a hot tip produced nothing but a yawn and a yarn about how something just like it had happened in 1967.
Some of us - myself included - were too green to produce much of quality without guidance, which was something the management team was in no position to give us.
So the paper sank, and sank. Every week it got worse.
The one time I did dig up a great story - Hong Kong Chinese immigrating to Australia and Canada were covering up the existence of elderly and handicapped family members, then dumping them in public nursing homes when they left - the news editor said it wasn't relevant and buried it on page 8.
A couple of months later, the story was on the front page of the New York Times.