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Here's a new Fleet Street story. Well, a famous editor had just died. His guardian angel showed him the way to Heaven, and was in the act; of leading him in when St. Peter inter- i fered. “Profession?” inquired the saint.; ‘Journalist.’ “No room for y< he slammed the door. “Well.” said the angel, “there's nothing for it but the other place.” ‘What did you do on earth?" inquired Satan. “I worked on the newspapers.” “No place for you. I’m sorry.” The devil closed his wicket. So the journalist set up an office on an , abandoned planet and started a paper. Within a month he had Press passes admitting him to both places!
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 28 April 1942, Page 2
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114PRESS Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 28 April 1942, Page 2
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