Editor: a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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Editor a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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Editor: a person employed on a newspaper whose business it is to seperate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
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Newspaper editors are men who separate the wheat from the chaff, and then print the chaff.
quote by Adlai Stevenson
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An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.
quote by Adlai E. Stevenson
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Who sows wheat with the devil will get its chaff.
If you borrow some chaff from the rich man you have to repay him with wheat.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
quote by Gwendolyn Brooks
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As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.
quote by Christian Nestell Bovee
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Waiting On The Wheat Harvest
as you sow brothers sisters so you wheat harvest reap
as a grain of wheat dies germinates bears fruit to heap
Jesus will completely clean up threshing floor gather his wheat
chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire hell suffering heat
an enemy came in over sowed weeds in among seed wheat
reapers harvest collect weeds burn them saving only wheat
Satan demands sifts men as wheat to blow away in sifting wind
Son of man will send angels to gather chosen ones from ill wind
a grain of wheat falls into the ground dies then bears fruit new life
so hate soul temptation in this world safeguard soul for eternal life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Sower
With sanguine looks
And rolling walk
Among the rooks
He loved to stalk,
While on the land
With gusty laugh
From a full hand
He scattered chaff.
Now that within
His spirit sleeps
A harvest thin
The sickle reaps;
But the dumb fields
Desire his tread,
And no earth yields
A wheat more red.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Oh Earth
To the nobles of Yahdah and Yerusalem,
Seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride;
For the virgin will rejoice in a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
To the ancestral spirits and to the lake of love,
And like a well-watered garden of love!
But i paid seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride.
Of sacrifices offered to the dead when,
People are led by Satan in this world!
And my heart is broken inside for what i do see around me.
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
For they are hanged in broad day light;
And to the grave of the rich and the poor people,
But the virgin will rejoice in a a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
Earth, man, beast and the heavens! !
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
And fromYerusalem to Babylon,
With contemporary polytheisms to crown the day!
To the grave of the common people and the grave of the great,
You will fall and rise no more oh pirates! !
And like the post-mortem status of the individual,
But with the story of your life in Egypt for 430 years!
Bloomed by the wind and loved by the people,
I am like a leaf floating around you in the air;
But the butterflies do know my name,
For the licentious feasts of lust and sexual excess is not part of my muse.
A cry from Abarim! !
But oh earth, can you understand what i am saying?
And like a pain of a woman in labour,
But drink and be drunk and vomit it out!
For what is coming against you is surely around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Old Friend New Friend
Stone waves of marble dreams
Your sea of beauty a fallen throne
Age has taken away arrogance
Sublimate every phrase into an agate
Shoreline where blue poems drift
Let it go for this coming change
Freedom like the edge of dawn
I leave you with a smile of forgiveness
Love has become a universe
Love has become a golden mirror
Another chapter, another bend in the road
The darkness and the light are separated
Wheat and chaff part
Anyone trying is my old and new friend
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Which editor? I can't think of one editor I worked with as an editor. The various companies did have editors but we always acted as our own editor, so the question has no answer.