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Buockavr of fleet Street by Whitehall still continues, writes Marmaduke, "World Press News" observer on the Sangfroid Line. A cargo of news bound for the "Daily Wangle" was inersepted by hostile bisyboddies armed with sawn-off blue pencils, but later was released ifter the same news had been broadcast by che Minnister of Magnilo-quence in the B.B.C. dome Surfeit Motto of the Press nowadays should be United we stand, deleted we fall" Last week here was more unity in fleet Street than for i long time, the pen being mightier than fixed saynets.
This week howler from our absent-minded Zourt reporter:
"Defendant was charged with assault and arch battery..."
Newspaper workers over 30 have now been amoved from the short list, and it is understudy he War Office have no further Territoriel am-"ish ions in fleet Street. This will be good news or them jernalists what lost jobs through their; apers collapsing like the walls of Jerryco at ne first sound of the Blitzkreeg trumpets.
Despite roomers of a reshuffle of personell at he "Stonehand's Rest," Rosie, glamorous blonde barmaid at that hotbed of hospitality, s still presiding over the wet dept. Between disponeing comforts for the customers and nitting comforts for the troops, Rosie has fallen or the current craze of "dictateriting" and is dis on the opening snippets of "I Spilt Stalin's Spittoon."
A critic privileged to read Chapter One comments: "It is Hideous, Horryfying, and Hawful." letter from my fan-mail complains of at present. "In pre-Blitzkreeg "my articles used to be returned rejected within three days. Now I have to wait neerly a week."
"Hard-up Free-louse" writes pointing out the advantidges of rationing. ration-books make excellent coppy-paper as, in any case, I could not afford to purchase the commodities mansioned on the other side to the one I write on," he concludes.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.