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Show NO PRINTERS IN JOLIET. After deciding to publish a paper at tho Illinois state penitentinry nt Jol-iet, Jol-iet, to be edited by the convicts, the prison officials were somewhat embarrassed em-barrassed not, to say surprised to ! find there was not a printer among the 1,500 inmates. There were fifty , bankers behind the bars. Tho Typographical Typo-graphical Journal. The warden said. 'Let's have a sheet" "You're on," ciled all tho men. "We'll put our pens to paper for the paper on the pen." They got a grant to placo the plant right in the calaboose. Here's where you laugh: They formed a staff, convictions to induce. Georgo tho Gyp and Red the Rip put rubber on their shoes To cover crime and spend their time in quest of inside news. A banker drew Wall Street Review, and believo me he could do it, As many a guy could testify. Oh, how the suckers knew it! So with a crew and outfit too, but one thing then remained, They set their cap for a printer chap, &fut' their Jhuut was all in vain. They had all soyts and types of sijprtrj; 1 bnnkers by the score; Promotion chiofs and common thiefs and other brands galore. They searched that pen, twice and again, a "typo" to locate, But not a peek of inky cheek within thoso pearlless gates. "I'vo set 'om up to wine and sup, but never a line o' type," Said a millionaire, with a Thawing stare, as he planned his auto flighf. "I'vo laid 'cm out with one good clout,'1 said Mike tho Fighting Bun, "When you mention 'stick' you wrong this Mick. Wait till me bit is done.'' 'Oh, for a face o'er yonder case!" Their prayers still go unheeded. The printor guy just winks his eye, and Bays, "I know I'm needed." "I yank tho bulls when proofs nro pulled," he sprung the quip right Rally, So tho yeggs and guns, bankers nnd bums must mnko their peni-daily. peni-daily. GEORGE L. GEIGER. Salt Lako City, Utah. |
