YE COUNTRY EDITOR.

NZ Truth, Issue 72, 3 November 1906, Page 5

YE COUNTRY EDITOR.

Ifiight. o'clock, aad found them calling "copy," "copy," "oopy !" Foreman cussing at a change of ad. Sawed a column from exchanges— rather stale and sloppy, . But, by Jimmy, 'twas all I had.

Tried to write some locals, but an agent for O-Jell-0 Pestered me and quibbled two hours ' straight— :.

Reading matters both sides, top of column ! (Drat the fellow ! Got? a contract far below the rate !)

Once again the locals— but the fore-

man waxed sarcastic, Asking when that proof I meant i to read. , , * Deacon Simpkins stopped that paper, saying cold and drastic : - "Reckon you an' me air not agreed." Mrs Richards, also, just because I did: not mention Her m writing? Bradley 's party up. Bill Dua/ne dropped m to hint he wished I'd draw attention (Gratis) to the fact he'd sell his pup.

Ought to write those locals, but I must get out and hustle, Picking up some bus'ness on the street ;

Gosh, you bet it's nothing but one big eternal tussle, How to keep the paper on its feet. Now the firebell's ringing— see some smoke— hear neople veiling ; ' books as though it might be Wilkin's roof. Foreman warns me can not use those cuts, the base is swelling ; Can't make up until I read that proof.

Haven't time for dinner. Must grind out that batch of local. Jones, the grocer, wants to see his puff. . Boy is digging at me with His exercises vocal, Shouting "Copy!" "Proof!" "This ain't enough !" Press won't work—confound ! We've missed the mall ! And here's an error > In the Ferkin's double-column ad ! Swears he'll never pay me. . Just been m, and he's a terror ! Well, a day is done, and I am glad.