To catch lazy, inefficient bureaucratic Comrades in its long jaws and crunch them with merciless humor is the job of The Crocodile, Soviet Russia's comic-monthly-with-a-purpose. Crunch went The Crocodile's jaws recently upon luckless Comrade Isakhanov, Red Director of a soviet shoe factory at Tiflis, 1.200 miles south of Moscow.
The editors of The Crocodile had managed to have inserted among the letters daily signed by Comrade Isakhanov the following:
To the Editors of The Crocodile:
I consider it my duty to inform you, most respected Comrade Crocodile, that through some misunderstanding I was promoted...
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