The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly
You can hunt till you are dizzy, but it somehow will get by.
Till the forms are off the presses, it is strange how still it keeps;
It shrinks down in a corner and it never stirs or peeps-
That typographical error, too small for human eyes,
Till the ink is on the paper, when it grows to mammoth size.
The boss, he stares with horror, then he grabs his hair and groans;
The copy reader drops his head upon his hands and moans.
The remainder of the issue may be clean as clean can be;
But that typographic error is the only thing you see…
author unknown from a 1943 high school yearbook