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Editor's Chuckle

     They find fault with the editor,

          And say he should be shot;

     That columns are as peppy

          As a cemetery lot.

     They say he shows poor judgment;

          The jokes, they say, are stale.

     On the upper floor they holler,

          On lower floors they wail;

     But when the paper is issued
     
          (We say it with a smile),

     If someone doesn't get one

          You can hear him yell a mile.

                              Anonymous 

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