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Show PRESS DAY JOYS. There's trouble in V e priutshop, No language can express; For Thursday rolled aaund again The day v? go to press.' The eompositois are hustling f.ist. Each has a dirty proof. The make-up man is cussin' In a way to raise the roof. Tlie "devil'' pied a galley full Of solid nonpareil; The foreman's saying things to I jm That makes thtISfUnstone suu-li. The stenographer is jawiir 'bout An ink spot orf. her tyres?. And any gol-darned fool ccn tell We're trying to get to pres'5. i Everything is alj "bailed up,'' The forms are in a niefs; And now the Old Man's asking: When we're going to press? Through the room rings aloud A piercing hell-boin wail The office dog is yelpin', 'cause They've stepped upon his tail. The pressman is ready now b'lt The d it old forma woa't 'lift." So he whittles out a "dutchman," And gives his quid a shift. T':e forms are on the presa at lost, The press is running great But wa've got to take 'em off again "Forgot to change the date'" They're on again! the motor's down, We're running swift and slick, But paper's on the rollers now, And you bet it's there to stick. The wrhoie d n bunch Is rnad'a sin, And cuasin' more or less, For h 1 breaks loose on Thursday When the paper goes to press. By Captain Jack Mills, many years ago in the Ada (Indian Territory) Ter-ritory) Democrat. |