Why not run our offices on comic-opera lines during the summer? It would brighten life up a bit and help us to forget the heat. So, stenogs all. suggest, to your taipans that they enter the office of a morning after the fashion of Captain Corcoran, in "Pinafore," and with left hand on hip, right leg slightly behind the other on tippety-toe, in graceful attitude, and with upraised palm let him address you thuswise:
"My gallant staff, morni: good This is your cue to rise, curtsey and reply: "Sir, good rmosning. Then, after he has enquired after your health and you have fittingly assured him of your well-being, and your delight at seeing him so frisky, he may, to an accompaniment of typewriters burst into song in this fashion:
I am the Taipan of the X. Y. Zee.
Chorus: And a right good taipan too.
Though poker-faced and glum I submit I'm not so dumb.
And can hold my own with you Though it's known that I have riz To the head of this here biz From the lowest rung, I st To avoid a show of side And you'll own it is m That I never keep you What, Never?
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.