Y'know, 'sfunny how good that last 'poon was. Unuzual, y'might say. 'Nother funny thing izzat it looked familiar. Never seen a 'poon that looked so familiar. Most of 'em y' never knew, or ever wanted to know, and y' leave 'em in th' icebox 'till they cool off a bit and lose dat smell y' can always tell an honest 'poon by.

But this one seemed already aerated--never seen a 'poon with drier ink. An' y' know, I mussa been drunk--becos every goddam thing in the paper seemed to me to have been written by some guy whats already left. Never seen a 'poon with so much correspondence.

Next day I picks up th' 'poon again an looks at it cold sober. 'Sfunny thing, but dammed if it don't have that last year's test schedule on th' cover. Now dat's a useless thing to have there.

An' out of sheer curiosity I looks at th' small type on th' second page, an' y' know how bad th' printin' situation's got? Some damn fool put a 1943 dateline on th' paper. Dem's d' conditions dat prevail!