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Evening Star, Issue 20686, 8 January 1931, Page 9

Ho looked up from reading a report and glanced at the perpetrator, a young and inexperienced reporter. “ You say in this report that the lurid glare of forked flames shot athwart the dark, domed sky—are you sure of that?” “ Yes, sir,” answered the new and youthful reporter. “ H’m. But where was the fire? Whose place was it? How many people watching? What was the insurance? You don’t answer any of these cpiestions.” “hr —no, sir.” The editor struck a match. “ Very well, then,” he said. “Just watch that lurid glare of forked flames shoot athwart this bit o’ copy. Client: “Why is your employer .always blowing you up?” Typist: “ Well, he’s a Scot, and that’s his way of giving me a rise.”-