The typographical error Is a slippery thing and sly. You can hunt till you are dizzy, But somehow it will get by, Till the forms are off the presses, It is strange how still it keeps. It shrinks down into a corner And never stirs or peeps. That typographical error, Too small for human eyes, Till the ink is on the paper Then it grows to mountain-size. The editor stares in horror, Then he grabs his hair and groans. The copy reader drops his head Upon his hands and moans. The remainder of the issues May be clean as clean can be, But that typographical error Is the only thing you see! It is as hard to correct a typographical