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Election nights always are frantic, frenetic and tempestuous for journalism--particularly for morning papers. Quite often, results still are dribbling in from distant precincts when the presses start running. Photographers have it worse. Theirs is the duty to go to where the candidates are hosting their victory party. (Has ever a candidate in the history of politics ever hosted a defeat party?) And, photo deadlines always are ahead of print. Well, they used to be, when the photographer had to return to the paper, process his film and then print it. In today’s digital world, quite often the photographer emails the picture to the office. Back in the early 1970s at the Houston Chronicle, the night photo staff--of three--had to handle assignments for city and county elections. Each photographer got a list of names and addresses with instructions to take two headshots of each candidate. One was to show the politician looking happy. Another was to show him looking sad. The city desk figured that covered all the bases.
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