Show THE REPORTER'S When earth's last paper is and the and the metal are When the newest scandal is and the latest extra is sold We shall loaf how we need with nothing at all to do Till the hoss of the perfect paper shall call us to work And then we shall work as we'd like each on his own chine And the truth shall be in our copy and nothing shall intervene We shall write real stories about them beggar and aire For an editor keen and a paper that's on the AVe shall work in a rush and a for that is the goodly But we shall not dig in the gutter for stories of filth and shame And the copy-readers above us shall leave our And the stories that fill the columns we shall recognize as our We shall have no fool no cruel missions of To torture the broken-hearted or blacken the sinner's We shall scoop and be scooped we shall love the flurry and We shall fight with business office and fuss with the But each of us shall be and of us shall be free To the thing as he sees it for the Paper That Ought to Berton Braley in |