The Editor Wrote His Political Screed In Ink That Was Fainter And Fainter; He Rose To The Call Of His Country'S Need, And In Spiderish Characters Wrote With Speed, A Column On "Cutting The Painter". The "Reader" Sat In His High-Backed Chair, For Literals He Was A Hunter; But He Stared Aghast At The Column Long Of The Editorial Hot And Strong, For The Comp. Inspired By Some Sense Of Wrong Had Headed It "Gutting The Punter".