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Why We Love to Work at the Yale Daily

Editor's note: In the interest of providing you, the reader, with an insight into the workings of the Yale Daily, we have decided to institute a daily column to let you, the reader, know just what's going on here at the Daily and in the lives of two of its most popular editors--Christie and Dave! (Or Christine and David, as they are known to their friends.)

CHRISTIE: I am especially glad that we have been able to re-create that homey and down-to-earth traditional atmosphere here at the Daily. As I recently told my dear co-writer Dave, there are few environments in which one can revel so dearly in intellectual enlightenment and simultaneously proper etiquette. For back in Florida, my dear readers, we have been able to resist the wave of ill manners that has swept this chilly, though always dear, environment. Yes. Ma'am on that one!

DAVE: Well, Christie, I concur. But as news editor, I think we must not only work for good manners but for acceptance of the physically abnormal. I have worked through my years at the News to demonstrate that the mind is always supreme over the body. At least this is certainly true in my case. And to press the point, I have often undergone hunger strikes for many days, while continuously editing and keeping in touch with sources. As you know, I still pass out frequently while editing stories, eating a meal or doing things that I cannot mention without offending Christie's very admirable sensibilities.

Sometimes the hunger in my belly can rub off to other areas of my life--especially my reporting and news gathering which has been a boon to this paper and, I'm sure you're sure, to the whole of the community.

Once a very close source of mine who allows me to break the many scandals that I have over the past three years called me up--the source calls me over the telephone with the understanding that I will take the name of Yale's "Deep Throat" to my grave. This source was the one who allowed me to break the story of how the cafeteria snack-bar had hiked the price of Snickers Bar from 25 to 35 cents. The source (whose name I cannot reveal by name but I'll just give you a hint: he is a Tailor who works at "Rosie's" on Wall Street near Naples and can't stop talking), has given me many other stories, as well.

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Then there was another time when this really high-placed source, whose name I have promised never to reveal, told me there was a huge story breaking in Cambridge at The Harvard Crimson. I stopped the presses. I sent my crack team up Route 95 North to spark some killer team coverage of the story.

This source, whose name I cannot reveal (but let me give you a hint: be's the Yale Provost), was the one who turned me on to the fact that Serge Lang had been instrumental in founding the dating service on which Douglas Ginsberg worked, but was brutally fired from after he was caught following clients out on dates and peeping in their windows once they had gone to bed with their dates.

I have not been able to publish this story yet because I have been searching, wholly without success I might add, for context graphs on Serge's love life since this incident many, many decades ago.

CHRISTIE: Dave, dear, you are so impolite to suggest that about Serge. There are many of us who have no sex lives, dearie.

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