THE CENSOR. Who is it gra r t>s his pencil bine. And mokes the correspondent rue The whole heartbreaking interview? The Censor. Who is it slashes, jabs, and snips, And crosses, 6cratches, stabs, and rip*, And. cute th« copy all to strips? The Ceneor. Who will, let's hope, be rapped by fate. And forced in anguish long to wait— Blue-pencilled at St. Peter's gateT The Censor, 'ae-vjaland Plain JQaalar'
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Page 1 Advertisements Column 6, Evening Star, Issue 15669, 7 December 1914