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ONE LIFE IS ENOUGH.
A SECOND JOURNEY WOULD SURELY
BE A FAILURE.
pr. Talmage Shows the Importance of
present Opportunities—lemon* Drawn
prom Dtfterent Kinds of Idvos—Bttojs
lo Mark the Kight Channel.
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WASHINGTON, July 17.—This discourse
of Dr. Talmage extols our present oppor
tunities so that more opportunities than
we enjoy in this life do not seem desirable;
the Job ii, 4, “AU that a man hath
will 1* give for hfa life.”
That is untrue. The Lord did not say
It, but satan said it to the Lord when the
evil one wanted Job still more afflicted.
The record is, “So went satan forth from
the presence of the Lord and smote Job
with sore boils.” And satan has been the
author of all eruptive disease since then,
arid he hopes by poisoning the blood to
poison theeoul. ' But the result of the di
abolical experiment which left Job victor
proved, the falsity of the satanic remark,
“AH that a man hath will he give for his
life.” Many a captain who has stood on
the bridge of the steamer till hia passen
gers got oft and he drowned, many an
engineer who has kept his hand on the
throttle valve or his foot on the brake un
til the most ot-the train was saved while
be went down to death through the.
open drawbridge, many a fireman who
plunged into a biasing house to get a
sleeping child out, the fireman sacrificing
his life in the attempt, and the thousands
of martyrs who submitted to flory stake
and knife of massacre and headman's ax
and guillotine rather than surrender prin
ciple, proving that in many a case my text
was not true when it says, “All that a
man hath will he give for his life. ”
But satan’s falsehood was built on a
truth. • Life is. very precious, and if we
would not give up all there are many
things we would surrender rathfer than
Surrender It We see how precious life is
from the fact that we do everything to
prolong it. Hence all sanitary regula
tions, all study of hygiene, all fear of
drafts, all waterproofs, all doctors, all
medicines, all struggle in crisis or acci
dent. Ai) admiral of the British navy
was court martlaled for turning bis ship
around in time of danger, and so damag
* ing the ship. It was proved against him,
but when his time came to be heard he
said: “Gentlemen, I did turn the ship
around and admit that it was damaged,
but do you want to know why I turned it?
There was a man overboard, and I wanted
to save him, and I did save him, and I
consider the life of one sailor worth all
the vessels of the British navy. ” No won
der he was vindicated. Life is Indeed very
precious. Yea, there are those who deem
life so precious they would like to repeat
it They would like to try it over again.
They would like to go back from 70 to 60,
'from 60 to 40, from 60 to 40, from 40 to
80 and from 80 to 30. I propose for very
practical and useful purposes, as will ap
pear before I get through, to discuss the
question we have all asked of others and
others have again and again asked of us,
Would you like to live your life over again?
What Is Success?
The fact is that no intelligent and right
feeling man is satisfied with his past life.
However successful your life may have
been, you are not satisfied with it What
is suocess? Ask that question of a hun
dred different men, and they will give a
hundred different answers. One man will
say, "Suocess is 11,000,000.” Another
will say, "Success is worldwide publicity. ”
“Another will say, "Success is gaining
that which you started for. ” But as it is
a free country I give my own definition
and say, "Suocess is fulfilling the particu
lar mission upon which you were sent,
Whether to write a constitution or invent
g pew style of wheelbarrow or take care
of a sick child.” Do what God calls you
to do, and you are a suocess, whether you
leave >1,000,000 at death or are buried at
public expense, whether it takes 16 pages
of an encyclopedia to tell the wonderful
things ydu have done or your name is
never printed but once, and that in the
death column. But, whatever your sucgpss
has been, you are not satisfied with your
life.
We have all made so many mistakes,
stumbled into so many blunders, said so
many things that ought not to have been
asld and done so many things that ought
npt to have been done that we can suggest
at least 95 per cent of Improvement. Now,
would it not be grand if the good lord
would say to you: “You can go back and
try it over again. I will by a word turn
your hair to black or brown or golden, and
smooth all the wrinkles out of your tem
ple or cheek, and take the bend out of
your shoulders, and extirpate the stiffness
from the joint, and the rheumatic twinge
from the foot, and you shall be 81 yean of
age and just what yon were when you
reached that point before." If the proposi
tion were made, I think many thousands
would accept it.
That feeling caused the ancient search
for what was called the fountain of
youth, the waters of which, taken, would
turn the hair of the octogenarian into the
purly locks hf a boy, and, however old a
person who drank at that fountain, he
would be young again. The island was
said to belong to the group of Bahamas,
but lay far out in the ocean. The great
Spanish explorer, Juan Ponce de - Leon,
fellow voyager of Columbus, I have no
doubt felt that if he could discover that
fountain of youth he would do as much
as his friend had done in discovering
America. So he put out in 1518 from
Porto Rico and cruised about among the
patyunqs in search of that fountain. I am
glad he did not find it. There is no such
fountain. But if there were, and its wa
ters were bottled up and sent abroad at
*I,OOO a bottle, the demand would be
greater than the supply, and many a man
who has Come through a life of uselessness
and perhaps sin to old age would be shak
ing up toe potent liquid, and if he were
directed to |ako only a teaspoonful after
each, meal Would be so anxious to make
sure work he would take a tablespoonful,
and if directed to take a tablespoonful
would take a glassful.
Generations Back.
But some of you would have to go back
further than to 81 years of age to make a
fair start, for there are many who manage
to get all wrong before that period. Yea,
in order to get a fair start some'would
have to go back to the father and mother
and get them corrected—yea, to the grand
father and grandmother and have their
life corrected, for some of you are suffer
ing from bad hereditary Influences which
started 100 years ago. Well, if your grand
father lived his life over again, and your
father lived his life over again, and you
lived your life over again, what a clutter
ed up place this world would be—a place
filled with miserable attempts at repairs.
1 begin to think that it is better for each
gexiti&tion td 6fily one chance. an 4
then for them to pass off and give another
generation a chance. Besides that, if wo
wwe permitted to live life over again, it
would be a stale and stupid experience.
The zest and spur and enthusiasm of life
come from the fact that wo have never
been along thia road before, and every
thing is new, and wu are alert for what
may appear at the next turn of the road.
Suppose you, a man of midlife ox old age,
were with your present feelings and large
attainments put back into the thirties or
the twenties or in the teens, what a nui
sance yon would bo to others and what an
unhappiness to yourself! Your contem
poraries would not want you, and yon
would not want them. Things that in
your previous journey of life stirred your
healthful ambition or gave you pleasurable
surprise or led you into happy interroga
tion would only call forth from you a dis
gusted "Oh, pshaw!” You would be blase
at 80, and a misanthrope at 40, and unen
durable at 60. The most inane and stupid
thing imaginable would be a second jour
ney of life. It is amusing to hear people
spy, “I would like to live my life over
again if I could take my present experi
ence and knowledge of things back with
me and begin under those improved aus
pices.” Why, what an uninteresting boy
you would be with your present attain
ments in a child’s mind! No one Would
want such a boy around the house—a phi
losopher at 30, a scientist at 16, an arohse
ologist at 10 and a domestic nuisance all
the time. An oak crowded into an acorn.
A Rocky mountain eagle thrust back into
the eggshell from which It was hatched.
Life’s Sadn'-Mes.
Besides that, if you took life over again
you would have to take its deep sadnesses
over again. Would you want to try again
the griefs, and the heartbreaks, and the
bereavements through which you have
gone? What a mercy that we shall never
be called to suffer them again ! We may
have others bad enough, but those old
ones never again. Would you want to go
through the process of losing your father
again, or your mother again, or your oom
panion in life again, or your child again!
If you were permitted to stop at the six
tieth milestone, or the fiftieth milestone,
or the fortieth milestone and retrace you*
steps to the twentieth, your experience
would be/ something like mine one No
vember! day in Italy. I walked through a
great city with a friend and two guides,
and there were in all the city only four
persons, and they were those of our own
group. We went up and down the streets.
We entered the houses, the museums, the
temples, the theaters. We examined the
wonderful pictures on the walls and the
most exquisite mosaic on the floor. In
the streets were the deep worn ruts of
wagons, but not a wagon in tMb city. On
the front steps of mansions the word “Wel
come” in Latin, but no human being to
greet us. The only bodies of any of the
citizens that we saw were petrified and in
the museum at the gates. Os the 85, 000
people who once lived in those homes and
worshiped in those temples and clapped in
those theateas not one left! For 1,800
years that city of Pompeii had been buried
before modern exploration scooped out of
it the lava of. Vesuvius. Well, he who
should be permitted to return on the path
way of his earthly life and live it over
again would find as lonely and sad a pil
grimage. It would be an exploration of
the dead past. The old schoolhouse, the
old church, the old home, the old play
ground, either gone or occupied by others,
and for you more depressing than was our
Pompeiian visit that November day.
Besides that, would you want to risk
the temptations of life over again? From
the fact that you are here I conclude that,
though in many respects your life may
have been unfortunate and unconsecrated,
you have got on so far tolerably well, If
nothing more than tolerable. As for my
self, though my life has been far from be
ing as consecrated to God as I would like
to have had It, I would not want to try it
over again, lest next time I would do
worse.
Why, just look at the temptations we
have all passed through and just look at
the multitudes who have gone completely
under! Just call over the roll of your
schoolmates and college mates, the clerks
who were with you in the same store or
bank or the operatives in the same factory
with just as good prospects as you, who
have come to complete mishap. Some
young man that told you that he was go
ing to be a millionaire, and own the fast
est trotteis on the turnpike, and retire by
the time he was 86 years of age, you do
not hear from for many years and know
nothing about him until some day he
cpmes into your store and asks for 6 cents
to get a mug of beer.
Another Life Might Be Worse.
You, the good mother of a household,
and all your children rising up to call you
blessed, can remember when you were
quite jealous of the belle of the village,
who was so transcendently fair and popu
lar. But while you havo these two honor
able and queenly names of wife and moth
er she became a poor waif of the street
and went into tho blackness of darkness
forever. live life over again? Why, if
many of those who are respectable were
permitted to experiment, the next journey
would be demolition. You get through,
as Job says, by the skin of your teeth.
Next time you might not get through at
all. Satan would say, "I know him now
better than I did before and have for 60
years been studying his weaknesses, and I
will weave a stronger web of clroum
stanoes to catch him next time.” And
satan would concentrate his forces on this
one man, and the last state of that man
would be worse than the first My friends,
our faces are in the right direction. Bet
ter go forward than backward, even if we
had the choice. The greatest disaster I
can think of would be for you to return
to boyhood in 1898. Oh, if life were a
smooth Luzerne or Cayuga lake, I would
like to get into a yacht and sail over it,
not once, but twice—yea, a thousand
times. But life is an'uncertain sea, and
some of the ships crash on the icebergs of
cold indifference, and some take fire of
evil passions, and some lose their bearings
and run into the Goodwin sands, and some
are never heard o£ Sorely on such a
treacherous sea as that one voyage is
enough.
Besides all this, do you know, if you
could have your wish and live life over
again it would put you so much further
from reunion with your friends in heaven?
If you are in the noon of life, or the even
ing of life, you are not very far from the
golden gate at which you are to meet
your transported and emparadised loved
ones. You are now, let us say, 20 years or
ten years or one year off from celestial
conjunction. Now, suppose you went
back in your earthly life 80 years or 40
years or 50 yean, what an awful post
ponement of the time of reunion! Itwould
be as though you were going to San Fran
cisco to a great banquet, and you got to
Oakland, four or five miles this side of it,
and then camo back to Baltimore to get a
better start, as though you were going to
England to be crowned, and, having come
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th tight of thd mountains bl WalM, sod
put back to Sandy Hook in order to make
a better voyage. Would you like for many
yearn to adjourn the tonga of heaven, to
adjourn the thrones of heaven, to adjourn
the companionship of heaven, to adjourn
the rest of heaven, to adjourn the presence
of Christ in heaven? No.jhe wheel of
time tufne in the right direction, and it la
Well it turns ao fast. Three hundred and
rixty-flve revolutions in a year and for
ward rather than 866 revolutions In a year
and backward.
But hear ye, hear ye, while I tell you
how you may practically live your Mh
over again and be all the better for it
You may P«t into the remaining years of
your life all you have learned of wisdom
In your past life. You may make the com
ing ten yean worth the preceding 40 or 60
years. When a man says he would like to
live his life Over again because he would
do so much better and yet goes right on
living as he has always lived, do you not
tee ho stultifies himself? Ho proves that if
he could go back he would do almost the
same as he has done.
If a man eat green apples some Wednes
day in cholera time and is thrown into
fearful cramps and says on Thursday: "I
wish I had been mo*a prudent in my diet,
Oh, if Loould live Wednesday over again I”
and then on Friday eats apples just as
green, he proves that it would have been
no advantage for him to live Wednesday
over again, and if we, deploring our past
life and with the idea of improvement,
long for an opportunity to try fit over
again, yet go on making the same mistakes
and committing the same sins, we only
demonstrate that the repetition of our ex
istence would afford no improvement. It
was green apples before, and it would be
green apples over again.
Buoys to Mark the Bight Channel.
As soon as a ship captain strikes a rock
in the lake or sea he reports it, and a buoy
is swung over that reef, and mariners
henceforth stand off from that rock. And
all our mistakes lathe past ought to be
buoys, warning us to keep in the right
channel. There is no excuse for us if we
split on the same rock where we split fee
fora. Going alohg the sidewalk at night
where excavations are being made we fre
quently see a lantern ona framework, and
we turn aside, for that lantern says keep
out of this hole. And all along the path
way of life lanterns are set as warnings,
and by the time we come to midlife we
ought to know where it is safe to walk
and where It is unsafe.
Besides that we have all these years
been learning how to be useful, and in the
next decade we ought to accomplish more
for God and the church and the world
than in any previous four decades. The
best way to atone for past indolence or
past transgression is by future assiduity.
Yet we often find Christian men who were
not converted until they were 40 or 60,
as old age oomeson, saying, “Well, my
work is about done, and it is time for me
to rest.” They gave 40 years of their
life to satan and the world, a little frag
ment of their life to God, and now they
want rest. Whether that belongs to come
dy or tragedy I say not.
The man who gave one half of his early
existence to the world and of the remain
ing two quarters one to Christian work
and the other to .rest would not, I suppose,
get a very brilliant reception in heaven.
If there are any dried leaves in heaven,
they would be appropriate for his garland,
or if there is any throne with broken steps,
it would be appropriate for his coronation,
or any harp with relaxed string, it would
be appropriate for his fingering. My broth
er, you give nine-tenths of’you* life to sin
and satan, and then get converted, and
then rest awhile in sanctified lasineM, and
then go up to get your heavenly reward,
and I warrant it will not take the cashier
of the royal banking bouse a.grafit while
to count out to you all yoardues. He
will not ask you whether you will have it
in bills of large denomination or small. I
wonld like to put one sentence cf my ser
mon in italics and have it underscored
and three exclamation pointe at the end ot
the sentence, and that sentence is this: As
we cannot live our lives over again, the
nearest we can come to atone for the past
Is by redoubled holiness and industry in
the future. If this rail train of life has
been detained and switched off and is far
behind the time table, the engineer for the
rest of the way must put on mare pressure
of steam and go a mile a minute in order
to arrive at the right time and place under
the approval of conductor and directors-
Your Own Application.
As I supposed it would be, there are
young people on whom this subject has
acted with the force of a galvanic battery.
Without my saying a word to them, they
have soliloquized, saying: “As one cannot
live his life over again and I can make
only one trip I must look out and make
no mistakes. I have but one chance, and
I must make the most es it- *’ My young
friends, I am glad you made this applica
tion of the sermon yourself. When a min
ister toward the dose of his sermon says,
“Now, a few words byway of applica
tion,” people begin to took around for
their hats and get their arm through one
sleeve of their overcoats, and the eermonic
application is a failure. I am glad you
have made your own application, and that
you are resolved, like a Quaker of whom I
read years ago, who in substance said, “I
shall be along this path of life but once,
and so I must do all the kindness I can
and all the good I can."
My hearers, the mistakes of youth can
never be corrected. Time gone is gone
forever. An opportunity passed the thou
sandth part of a second hrfb by one leap
reached the other side of a great eternity.
In the autumn when the birds migrate
you look dp and see the sky black with
wingsand the flocks stretchingout into
many leagues of air, and so today X look
up and see two largo wings in fun sweep.
They are the wings of the flying year.
That is followed by a flock of 865, and
they are the flying days. Each pf the fly
ing days is followed by 94, and they are
the flying hours, and each of these is fol
lowed by 60, and these are the flying min
utes. Where did this great flock start
from? Eternity past. Where are they
bound? Eternity to come. You might as
well go a-gunnlng for the quails that
whistled last year in the meadows or the
robins that last year caroled in the sky as
to try to fetch down and bag one of the
past opportunities of your life. Ito not
say, “I will lounge now and make it up
afterward.” Young men and boys, you
can’t make it up. My observation is that
those who in youth sowed wild oats to the
end of their short life sowed wild oats,
and that those who start sowing Genesee
wheaf always sow Geneseo wheat.
Reaping the Harvest.
And then the reaping of the harvest is
so different. There is grandfather now.
Ha has lived to old age because his habits
have been good. H|s eyesight for, thia
world has-got somewhat dtm, but his eye
sight for heaven is ntMlank His hearing
is not so acute as It once was, and he must
bend clear over to hear What his little
grandchild says when she asks him what
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into heaven, because those whom heluljM-d
to get then wiU fill up and crowd the
gates to Ml him how glad they are at his
reining, until he says, “Pieces to stand
back a little tUII pass through and cast
Bsrown at the feet of film whom, hav
not seen, I love.” Ido not know what
you call that. I call it the harvest of
Genesee wheat.
Out yonder is a man very old at 40
years of age at a time when he ought to
jsE&axai
nave become worse. Ho to a man on fire,
on fire with alcoholism, on fire with all
evil liabita, out with tho world and the
world oat With him. Down and falling
deeper. His swollen hands in his thread
here pockets, and bis eyes fixed oq the
ground, he passes th re ugh thq street, and
the'qulck step of an innocent child or the
strong step of a young man or the roll of
a prosperous carriage maddens him, and
he curses society find he curses God. Fall
en sick, with no resources, he is carried to
the almshouse A loathsome spectacle, he
Ues lon « waiting for dissolution or
in the ifight rises on his cot and fights ap
paritions of what he might have been and
whMlMWfti be. He started Ufa with as
good • prospect as any man on the Amer
ican continent, and there ho is a bloated
carcass, waiting for the shovels of public
charity to put him five feet under. Ho
has only reaped what he sowed. Harvest
of wild oats I " There is away that eeem
eth right to a man, but the end thereof is
death.”
To others life is a masquerade ball, and
as at such entertainments gentlemen and
ladies put on the garb of kings and queens
or mountebanks or clowns and at the dose
put off the disguise, so a great many pass
their whole life in a mask, taking off ths
mask at death. While the masquerade
ball of life goes on they trip merrily over
the floor, gemmed „ hand is stretched to
gemmed hand, gleaming brow bends to
gleaming brow. On with the dance!
Flush and rustle and laughter of immeas
urable merrymaking. But after awhile
the languor of death oomes on the limbs
and blurs the eyesight. Lights lower.
Floor hollow with sepulchral echo. Music
saddened into a wail. Lights lower. Now
the maskers are only seen in the dim light.
Now the fragrance of the flowers is like
the sickening odor that comes from gar
lands that have lain long in the vaults of
cemeteries. Lights lower. Misto gather
in the room. Glasses shake as though
quaked by sudden thunder. Sigh caught
in the curtain. Scarf drops from the
shoulder of beauty a shroud. Lights low
er. Over the slippery boards in dance of
death glide jealousies, envies, revenges,
lust, despair and death, fjftenoh of lamp
wicks almost extinguished. Torn garlands
Will not half cover the ulcerated feet
Choking damps, chilliness. Feet stilt
Hands closed. Voices hushed. Eyes shut
Lights out
I invite you to quit all that and begin a
new life. Roland went into battle. Char
lemagne's army had been driven back by
the three arm les of the Saracens, and Ro
land almost in despair took up the trumpet
and blew throe blasts in one of the moun
tain passes, and under the power of those
three blasts the Saracens recoiled and fled
in terror. But history says that when he
had blown the third blast Roland's trum
pet broke. I take this trumpet of the gos
pel and I blow the first blast, "Whosoever
will.” I blow the second blast, "Seek ye
the Lord wljlle he may be found. ” I blow
the-tWrd I bltort,’. , *Xow is tho accepted
timtt. ” But the trumpet does not break.
It was handed down by our fathers to us,
and we will hand it down to our children,
that after We are dead they may blow the
trumpet, telling the world that we have a
pardoning God, a loving God, a sympa
thetic God, and that more to him than the
throne on which he site is the joy of seeing
a prodigal putting his thumb on the latch
of his father’s house. I remember that
there were two vessels on the sea and in a
storm. It was very, very dark, and the
two vessels were going straight for each
other, and the captains knew it not. But
after awhile the man on the lookout saw
the approaching ship, and he shouted,
“Hard a-larboardl" and from the Other
vessel the cry went up, “Harda-larboard!”
and they turned just enough to glance by
and passed in safety to their harbors.
Some of you are in the storm of tempta
tion and you are driving on and coming
toward fearful collisions unless you change
you* course. "Hard a-larbeardl’ Turn
ye, turn ye, for, "why will ye die, oh,
house of Isaei?” -
Your Ufa.
Young man, as you cannot live life over
again, however you may long to do so, be
sure to have your one life right. There is
some young man who has gone away from
homo, perhaps under some little spite or
evil persuasion of another, and his parents
know not where he is. My son, go home!
Do not go to seal Don’t go tonight Where
you may be tempted toga Go home! Your
father will be glad to see you, and your
mother—l need not tell you how she feels.
How I would like to make your parents a
present of their wayward boy, repentant
and in his right mind. I would like to
write them a letter, and you to carry the
letter, saying, * ‘ By the blessing of God on
my sermon I introduce to you one whom
you have never seen before, for he has be
come a new creature in Christ Jesus.” My
boy, go home and put your tired head on
the bosom that nursed you so tenderly in
your childhood years.
A young Scotchman was taken captive
in battle by a band of Indians, and be
learned their language and adopted their
habits. Years passed on, but the old In
dian chieftain never forgot that he had in
his possession a young man who did not
belong to him. Well, one day this tribe of
Indians came in sight of the Scotch regi
ments from whom this young man had
been captured, and the old Indian chief
tain said: “I lost my eon in battle, and I
know how a father feels at the loss of a
son. Do you think your father is yet
alive?" The young man said, “I am the
only, son of my father, and I hope he is
still alive.” Then said the Indian chief
tain: "Because of the loss of my eon this
world is a desert. You go free. Return
to your countrymen. Revisit your father,
that he may rejoice when he sees the sun
rise in the morning and the trees blossom
in the spring.” So I say to you, young
man, captive of waywardness and sin:
Your father is waiting for you. Your
mother is waiting for you. Your sisters
are waiting for you. God is waiting for
you. Go home! Go home!
Ths Acme of Bllu.
Our idea of a good time fa to see an
elocutionist who thinks she can work the
gooselk-sh on an audience forget her lines
and break down.—Atchisou Globe
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SHOES, - SHOES!
IN MENS SHOES WE HAVE THE LATEST STYLES-COIN TOES,
GENUINE RUSSIA LEATHER CALF TANS, CHOCOLATES AND GREEN
AT |2 TO 13.50 PER PAIR.
IN LADIES OXFORDS WE HAVE COMPLETE LINE IN TAM, BLACK
AND CHOCOLATE, ALSO TAN AND BLACK SANDALS RANGING IN
PRICE FROM 75c TO |S.
ALSO TAN, CHOCOLATE AND BLACKISANDALB AND OXFORDS IN
CHILDREN AND MISSES SIZES, AND CHILDREN AND MISSES TAN LACE
SHOES AND BLACK.
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JOB PRINTING
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We have just supplied our Job Office with a complete line of Stationer?
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LETTER HEADS, BILL UFA DR
STATEMENTS, IRCULARB,
ENVELOPES, NOTES,
MORTGAGES, PROGRAMS
JARDS, POSTERS?
DODGERS, rn,
Wf ue beet iuenf FNVEJZTEfI ym : thia trade.
An atlracdve POSTER cf aay size can be issued on short notice.
Our prices for work ot all kinds will compare favorably with those obtained roe T '/
any office in the state. When you want Job printing of”any ’det< rij tics »n<
call Satisfaction guaranteeu.
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