YE COUNTRY EDITOR.

NZ Truth, Issue 72, 8 December 1906, Page 3

YE COUNTRY EDITOR.

Eight o'clock, and 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-O 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 foreman waxed sarcastic, Asking when that proof I meant 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 Duaone dropped m to hint he wished I'd draw attention (Gratis 1 ) 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 Dig eternal tussle, How to keep the paper on its feet. Now the firebell's ringing— see some i smoke— hear neople veiling ; Looks 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 puH. Boy is digging at me with his exercises vocal, ! Shouting "Copy!" "Proof! ' r "This ain't enough !" Press won't work— confound ! We've missed the mail ! And here's an error Tn the Perkin's double-column ad ! Swears he'll never pay me. Ju-' heen m, nnri he's a terror ! Well, a day is done, and lam glad. •