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A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
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A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering men, While families cuddle the joys of the fireside When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.
A newspaper is a court Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried By a squalor of honest men.
A newspaper is a market Where wisdom sells its freedom And melons are crowned by the crowd.
A newspaper is a game Where his error scores the player victory While another's skill wins death.
A newspaper is a symbol; It is feckless life's chronicle, A collection of loud tales Concentrating eternal stupidities, That in remote ages lived unhaltered, Roaming through a fenceless world.
Stephen Maria Crane
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