One forme of dense letterpress black does the work of ten screens — the oxblood spot is spent on a single title, never the whole page.
Every illustration is a linocut pulled in solid black; the bitten edge and slight slip of register are the signature, not a flaw to clean up.
Toned grey-tan pulp drinks the ink and spreads it a hair past the type — cheap newsprint is the ground, never bleached white card.
Heavy rules box the column the way the adda boxed a debate — austere, single-voiced, and made to be passed hand to hand at the kerb.