BATTLE EVE!
Policeman! you prince of all masculine creatures, Pearl of creation to countess or cook; Tell me now why are so pallid your features, Dull your bright optic, and anxious your look? Courage man! how can the likes of a Printer Frighten a lad with your hustle and pep! Rumour will sneer that you’re running a slinter. Spring to it! Limber up! Gingcf your step! Pressman! what news from the inky contender? How’s the new editor Whiskery Blake? That foreign news sub. looks a likely defender! Is Mamos his real name or onlv a fake? Victory prayer round the stone’s mere formality, Bobby can t win, though you curse him or bless. Forces of Law, Order, Truth or Morality Never can hope to look in with the Press.
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 164, 14 July 1933, Page 4
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129BATTLE EVE! Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 164, 14 July 1933, Page 4
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