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Show The Reporter's Envoy. Whon earth's last paper is printed, print-ed, and tho forms and the metal are cold, Whon the newest scandal is ancient, and tho latost extra is sold, Wo shall loaf and, Lord, how we need it! with nothing at all to do Till tho boss of tho perfect paper shall call us to work anew. j And then we shall work as we'd like to, ouch on his own ! machine; , '.And tho truth shall be in our I copy, and npthing shall intervene; in-tervene; We shall write real stories about i them bojygar and millionaire--For an editor ke.en and fearless, a paper that's on the square. We shall work in a rush and a hurry, for that is tho goodly Game, And wo shall not digin the gutter for storio of filth and shame; And the copy-render above us ! shall leave our "features" alexia, And the storte that fill the I wtamns vr shall mcognixe 1 JMt uur own! We shalirimv Bffi fool assignments,, assign-ments,, rif iKe missions of pain, ' .4ypI'" To torture tfeMken-hearted or blnckepwrcpi iner's stain: We shall MY&f$' U2 scooped a-plcmtyfeyfee snail love the flurry ana&ojjie, Wo shall 1iojtH the business office, iuiJi?Suss with the copy boys: -But each of ufehaH be human, and each' Mte shall be free To write theft hing as he sees it forthft'fpcr That Ought toBe. 4i -BcOTn, Barley, in Puch. |