I went to the newspaper presses today. It was real neat.
I saw the huge web press where they run sheets of paper through inked rollers at high speed to make the classified section. It was loud as heck and the floor was slick with ink. The machine made huge, inhuman noises, : RRRRRRRRRRRRRR, TK TK TK TK, TAK, TAK, TAK, DRDRDR, etc.
It vibrated some, but an oscillator was embedded in the floor somewhere to keep the press from just buzzing right off its concrete bed.
The paper warehouse itself was awesome. Caverns filled with stacks of brown rolls that were probably 40 feet high were what constituted the warehouse. But that's not all. There were pallets of pamphlets (say that six times backwards) and even a pre-electrostatic copier business lithograph machine.
The paper was grabbed by forklifts and placed on a tiny train where it was rolled under the intake for the press. Workers fed it in and spooled it.
Of course, there was a lot more there: steam plants, offices, and burly female security guards. But that's a different story.