The Printer.

Taranaki Central Press, Volume IV, Issue 326, 6 January 1937, Page 3

The Printer.

(Contributed.) He is the medium between the author and the public, the confidante of the editor and the electric telegraph. He is the recipient of the gravest news and the repository of the merriest joke. You who read the multifarious - intelligence and carefully studied opinion of this current journal would be in the dark but for the printer. He is the intermediary of the world’s intelligence, the herald, the crier, the gossip. In his own personal intercourse with the world he unconsciously evidences the importances of his literary and journalistic agency. The printers who set in type the pages of the Press, and they who machine it and their colleagues who send forth the glowing sheets to the waiting public, the proprietors, the editorial staff and all connected with it, now offer to those who wait so patiently for the advent of the “Central Press” their best thanks for the kindly reception which you have so far given to it and the assurance that we will do all in our power to further please and instruct. In gown and slippers loosely drest, And breakfast brought a welcome guest, What is it gives the meal a jest?— “The Press.” When new-laid eggs the table grace, And smoking rolls are in their place. Say, what enlivens every face? “The Press.” When buttered buns are all the go, And Egmont’s cone is streaked with snow, What then will let you in the know? “The Press.” When evening stars are on the wane And morning’s sun lights up the plain, What “Issues” in his glowing train? “The Press.”