Hey — Where’s Mike?

Time grinds on, and even the Nation’s Oldest Newspaper™ must submit to its inexorable demands. Accordingly, readers will find a few changes in this edition, and in papers to come. One is particularly worthy of note. As his term of Herculean service nears its quarter-century mark, our friend Mike Dater has elected to add Emeritus to his title, Starving Artiste. This does not mean, we hasten to add, that we have seen the last of his work. See page three, for example. Mostly it means Mike has been emancipated from this paper’s rigidly-enforced fortnightly schedule, and management has relaxed the harsh Productivity Quota it formerly …

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