  [Written by request of a newspaper man.] Newspaper men, so I believe, Have tongues that roll around As if well oiled with labial grease, The slickest to be found. Most of these men are very nice And have a pleasant look, But if I utter one wee word They make it fill a book. Some one has said that simple smiles For length can't be surpassed; Because there is a whole big mile 'Twixt letters first and last. But I believe newspaper men Can make words longer still, With oceans rolling in between And as for questioning people No Eves would dare compete With skilful news reporters In any question feat. But of all men I most adore Are these newspaper men, And I would now most loudly cheer THESE BRAVE KNIGHTS OF THE PEN. |
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