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THE WORK OF TODAY.
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we SHOULD LIVE FOR OUR OWN TIMf
AND GENERATION.
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Washingtom, Sept. A—ln tiila diacourw
Dr? Tnlmaca changes our lifetime from «
mcanluglraT generality to practical help
fulneM to she people now living; text,
Act. xiii, 86, “David, after he had served
hi. own generation by the will of God, fell
Bleep.” .....
That 1. a text which has for a long time
been running through my mind. Ser mom
have a time to be born os well as a time tc
die—a uradle aa well as a grave David/
cowboy and stone slinger and fighter and
dramatist and blank verse writer and
prophet, did his best for the people of hli
time, and then went and laid down on the
southern hill of Jerusalem in that sound
dumber which nothing but an archangelic
blast can startle. “David, after he had
serve his own generation by the will of
God, fitll on sleep. ’’ It was his own gen
erationl that he had served—that is, ths
people living at the time ho lived. And
have you ever thought that <y*r responsi
bilities'are chiefly with tho people now
walkidty tsiireaet of us? There are about
four generations to a century now, but in
olden time life was longer, and there was
perhaps only one generation to a century.
Taking these facts Into the calculation, I I
make >« rough guess and say that there
have been at least 180 generation* of the
human family. With reference to them
we have Mo responsibility. We cannot
teach them, we cannot correct their mis
takes, <wa rannot soothe their sorrows, we
cannot?heal their wounds. Their sepul
chers are deaf and dumb to anything we
might<say to them. The last regiment of
that grant army has passed out of sight.
We mlpjtrtiltanoo as loud as we could; net
one oft them would avert his head to see
what WW Wan ted. I admit that lam In
sympathy ♦ith the child whose father had
suddenly died, and who in her little even
ing prayer wi.nted to continue to pray for
her father, although bo had gone into
heaven, and no more needed her prayers,
•nd, looking up into her mother’s face,
said: “Oh, mother, I cannot leave him all
outl Let me say thank God that I had a
good fetter once, so I can keep him in my
prayers.”
•tw Coming Generations.
But the 180 generation, have passed off.
Passed up. Passed down. Gone forever.
Then there are generations to oome after
our earthly existence has ceased. We shall
not see them, we shall not hear any of
their voices, We will take no part in their
convooatttes, their elections, their revolu
tions, their catastrophes, their triumphs.
We wilt in' nowise affect the 180 genera
tions gone or the 180 generations to oome,
except as from the galleries of heaven the
former generations look down and rejoice
at our victories or as we may, by our be
havior, atari; influences, good or bad, that
shall rott on through the advancing ages.
But oar business Is, like David, to serve
our own generation the people now liv
ing, those whose lungs now breathe and
whose hearts now beat. And, mark you,
it is not a silent procession, but moving.
It is a “forced march” at 24 miles a day,
each hour being a mile. Going with that
celerity, It has got to be a quick service on
our part, or no service at all. We not only
cannot teach the 186 generations past and
will not see the 180 generations to come,
but this generation now on the stage will
soon be off, and we ourselves will be off
with them. The fact is that you and I
will have to start very soon, for our work,
or it will be Ironical and sarcastic for any
one after our exit to ray of us, as it was
raid of David, “After he had served hitu
own generation by the will of God he fell
on sleep. ” /
What Can We Dot /
• Well, now let us look around earnestly,
prayerfully, in a common sense Way and
see what we can do for our own genera
tion. First of all, let us see to it that, as
far as we can, they have enough to cat.
The human body is so constituted that
three times a day tho body needs food as
much as a lamp needs oil, as much as a
locomotive needs fuel. To meet this want
God has girdled tho earth with apple or
chards, orange groves, Wheatfields
oceans full of fish, and prairies full of cat
tle. And notwithstanding this, I will un
dertake to ray that the vast majority of
the human family are now suffering either
for lack of food or the right kind of food.
Our civilization is all askew, and God
only can set it right. Many of the great
est estates of today have been built out of
the blood and bones of unrequited toil.
In olden times for the building of forts
and towers the inhabitants of Ispahan had
to contribute 70,006 skulls, and Bagdad
90,000 human skulls, and that number of
people were compelled to furnish the
Skulls. But these two contributions added
together made only 160,000 skulls, while
into the tower of <jp world's wealth and
pomp have been wrought the skeletons of
uncounted numbers of the half fed popu
lations of the earth—millions of skulls.
Don’t ait down at your table with five
or six courses of abundant supply and
think nothing of that family in the next
street who would take any one of those
five courses between soup and almond nuts
and feel they were in heaven. The lack
of the right kind of food is the cause of
much of the drunkenness. After drinking
what many of our grocers call coffee,
sweetened with what many call sugar and
eating what many of our butchers call
meat, and chewing what many of our
bakers call bread, many of the laboring
class fee) so miserable they are tempted tq
put into their nasty pipes what the tobac
conist calls tobacco or go into the drinking
saloons for what the rumaellers call beer.
Good coffee would do much in driving out
bad rum.
Bum. Practical Methods.
How can we serve our generation with
enough to eat? By sitting down in em-
.lippers and lounging back in
an armchair, our mouth puckered up
around a Havana of the best brand, and
through clouds of luxuriant smoke read
ing about political economy and the phil
osophy of .trikes? No, no! By finding
out who in this city has been living on
gristle and sending them a tenderloin
beefsteak. Seek out some family who
through sickness or conjunction of misfor
tunes have not enough to eat and do for
them what Christ did for the hungry mul
titudes of Asia Minor, multiplying the
loaves and the fishes. Let us quit the sur
feiting of ourselves until we cannot choke
down another crumb of cake and begin the
SUPPIy Os others’ necessities. So from
Imlpipg appease the world’s hunger are
those whom Traiah describes as grinding
the faces of ths poor. You have seen a
farmer or a m »hnnlc put a scythe or an
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ax on a grindstone while some ens was
turning it round and round and the man
holding tho ax boro on it harder and hard
er, while the water dropped from the
grindstone, and the edge of the ax from
being round and dull got keener and keen
er. So I have ecen men who were put
against the grindstone of hardship, and
while one turned the crank, another would
press the unfortunate harder down and
harder down until he was ground away
thinner and thinner—his comforts thin
per, his prospects thinner and his face
thinner. And Isaiah shrieks out, “What
mean ye that ye grind the faces of the
poor?" -
The Battle For Bread.
It is an awful thing to be hungry. It
is an easy thing for us to bo in good hu
mor with all the world when we have no
lack. But let hunger take full possession
of ua, and we would all turn into barba
rians and cannibals and fiends. Suppose
that some of the energy we are expending
in useless and unavailing talk about the
bread question should be expended la
merciful alleviations. I have read tbat'tbe
battlefield on which more troops met than
on any other in the world’s history was
tho battlefield of Leipsfo—l6o,ooo men
under Napoleon, 260,000 men under
Sohwarseberg. No, no! Tho greatest and
most terrific battle is now being fought
all tho world over. It is the battle for
bread. The ground tone of the finest pas
sage in one of the great musical master
pieces, the artist says, was suggested to
him by the cry of the hungry populace of
Vienna as the king rode through and they
shouted: “Bread! Give us bread!” And
all through tho great harmonies of mu
sical academy and cathedral I hear tho
pathos, tho ground tone, the tragedy, of
uncounted multitudes, who with stream
ing eyes and wan cheeks and broken
hearts in behalf of themselves and their
families are pleading for bread.
A look Aroand Vs.
Lot us take another look around to see
how we may serve our generation. Let
us see, as far as possible, that they.iiave
enough to wear. God looks upon the hu
man race and knows just how many in
habitants the world has. Tho statistics of
the world’s population are carefully taken
in civilized lands, and every f<Av years offi
cers of government go through the land
and count how many people there are in
the United States or England, and great
accuracy is reached. But when people tell
us how many inhabitants there are in
Asia or Africa at best it must be a wild
guess. Yet God knows the exact number
of people on our planet, and he has made
enough apparel for each, and if there be
fifteen hundred million, fifteen thousand,
fifteen hundred and fifteen people, then
there is enough apparel for fifteen hundred
million, fifteen thousand, fifteen hundred
and fifteen. Not slouchy apparel, not
ragged apparel, not insufficient apparel,
but appropriate apparel. At least two
suits for every being on earth, a summer
suit and a winter suit. A good pair of
shoes for every living mortal. A good
coat, a goqfl hat or a good bonnet and a
good shawl and a complete masculine or
feminine outfit of apparel. A wardrobe
for all nations, adapted to all dimes, and
not a string or a button or a pin or a hook
or an eye wanting.
But, alas! where are the good clothes
for three-fourths of the human race? The
other one-fourth have appropriated them.
The fact is there needs to be and will be a
redistribution. Not by anarchistic vio
lence. If outlawry had its way, it would
rend and tear and diminish, until instead
of three-fourths of the world not properly
attired, four-fourths would be in rags.
I will let you know how the redistribution
will take place. By generosity on the part
of those who have a surplus, and increased
industry on the part of those suffering
from deficit. Not all, but the large ma
jority of cases of poverty in this country
are a result of Idleness or drunkenness,
either on the part of the present sufferers
or their ancestors. In most cases tho rum
jug is the maelstrom that has swallowed
down the livelihood of those who are in
rags. But things will change, and by
generosity on the part of the crowded
wardrobes, and industry and sobriety on
the part of the empty wardrobes, there
will be enough for all to wear.
God Does His Part.
God has done his part toward the dress
ing of the human race. He grows a sur
plus of wool on the sheep’s back and flocks
roam th? mountains and valleys with a
burden of warmth intended for transfer
ence to human comfort, when the shuttles
of the factories, reaching all the way from
Chattahoochee to the Merrimac, shall have
spun and woven it. In white letters of
snowy fleece God has been writing for
1,000 years his wish that there might be
warmth far all nations. While others are
discussing the effect of high or low tariff
or no tariff at all on wool you and I had
better see if in our wardrobes we have
nothing that we can spare for the suffer
ing or pick out some poor lad of the street
and take him down to a clothing store and
fit him out for the season. Gospel of shoes I
Gospel of bats! Gospel of clothes for the
naked!
Again, let us look around and see how
many serve our generation. What short
sighted mortals we would be if we were
anxious to clothe and feed only the most
insignificant part of a man—namely, his
body—while we put forth no effort to
clothe and feed and rave his soul. Time
is a little piece broken off a great eternity.
What are we doing for the souls of this
present generation? Let me say it is a
generation worth raving. Most magnifi
cent men and women are in it. We make
a great ado about the Improvements in
navigation and in locomotion and in art
and machinery. We remark what won
ders of telegraph and telephone and the
stethoscope. What improvement is elec
tric light over a tallow candle! But all
these improvements are insignificant com
pared with tho improvement In the hu
man race. In olden times once in awhile
great aud good man or woman would
come up, and the world has made a great
fuss about it ever since, but now they are
so numerous we scarcely speak about
them. We put a halo about the people of
the past, but I think, if the times demand
ed them, it ufould be found we have now
living inthU year 1898 50 Martin Luthers,
60 George Washingtons, 60 Lady Hunting
dona, 50 Elizabeth Frys. During our civil
war more splendid warriors in north and
south were developed in four years than
the whole world developed in the previous
20 years. I challenge the 4,000 years be
fore Christ and also the 18 centuries after
Christ to ihow me the equal of charity on
a large scale of George Peabody. This
generation of men and women is more
worth saving than any one of the 180 gen
erations that have passed off. Where shall
wc begin? With ourselves. That is tho
pillar from which we must start.
The Dividing Line.
Prescott, the blind historian, tolls us
how Pizarro saved his army for tho right
when they were about deserting him.
With his sword be made a long mark on
tho ground Ho raid: “My men, on the
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•rivra For my Igo to tte
army. ’
The sword of God’s truth draws the di
viding line today. On one side of it art
sin and ruin and death ; on the other sids
of it are pardon and usefulness and happi
ness and heaven. You erode from tin
wrong side to the right side, and youi
family will cross with you, and youi
friends and your associates. The way you
go ti. jy wiß go. If we are not saved, w»
will never rave any one ehn. ’
How to get saved? Be willing to accept
Christ and then accept him instantane
ously and forever. Get on the rock first,
and then you will be able to help others
upon the same rock. Men and women
have been saved quicker than I have been
talking about it. What! Without a pray
er? Yes. What! Without time to deliber
ately think it over? Yes. What! Without
a tear? Yes. Believe; that is «U. Bettors
what? That Jesus died to rave you from
sin and death and belL Will you? Do
you? You have. Something makes ms
thing you have. New light has oome into
your countenances. Welcome! Wiluufipl-
Hail! Hail! Saved yourselves, how are
you to eave others? By testimony. Tell
it to your family. Tell it to your business
associates. Tell it everywhere. »WwUl
successfully preach no more religion and
will successfully talk no more religion
than we ourselves have. The most of that
which you do to benefit the souls of this
generation you will effect through your
ofcn behavior. Go wrong and that will
induce others to go wrong. Go right and
that will induce others togoright. . When
the great Centennial exhibition was being
held in Philadelphia, the question came
up among the directors as to whether they
should keep the exposition open on Sun
days, when a director, who was a man of
the world from Nevada, arose and said,
his voice trembling with emotion and
tears running down his cheeks: “I feel
like a returned prodigal. Twenty years
ago I went west and into a region where
we had no Sabbath, but today old mem
ories come back to me, and I remember
what my glorified mother taught me about
keeping Sunday, and I seem to hear her
voice again and feel as I did when every
evening I knelt by her side in prayer.
Gentlemen, I vote for the observance of
the Christian Sabbath. -And he carried
everything by storm, and when the ques
tion was put, “Shall we open the exhibi
tion on the Sabbath?” it was almost unan
imous, “No," “No.” What one man can
do if he does right, boldly right, emphat
ically right I
For This Generation.
I confess to you that my one wish is to
serve this generation, not to antagonize it,
not to damage it, not to rule it, but to
serve it. I would like to do something
toward helping unstrap its load, to stop
its tears, to balsam its wounds and to in
duce it to put foot on the upward road
that has at its terminus acclamation rap
turous and gates pearline and garlands
amaranthine and fountains rain bowed
and dominions enthroned and coronated,
for I cannot forget that lullaby In the
closing words of my text, “David, after
he had served his own generation by the
will of God, fell on sleep.” What a lovely
sleep it was! Unfllial Absalom did not
trouble it. Ambitious Adonijah did not
worry it. Persecuting Staul did not har
row it Exile did not fill it with night
mare. Since a redheaded boy, amid hit
father’s flocks at night, he had not had
such a good sleep. At 70 years of age he
laid down to it He had had many a
troubled sleep, as in the caverns of Adul
lam or in the palace at the time his en
emies were attempting his capture, but
this was a peaceful sleep, a calm sleep, a
restful sleep, a glorious sleep. “After he
had served his generation by the will of
God, he fell on sleep.”
Oh, what a good thing is sleep after a
hard day’s work! It takes all the aching
out of the head and all the weariness out
of the limbs and all the smarting out of
the eyes. From it we rise in the morning,
and it is a new world, and if we, like
David, serve our generation we will at
life’s close have most desirable and re
freshingsleep. In it will vanish our last
fatigue of body, our last worriment of
mind, our last sorrow of soul. To the
Christian’s body that was hot with raging
fevers, so that the attendants must by
sheer force keep on the blankets, it will be
the cool sleep. To those who are thin
blooded and shivering with agues it will
be the warm sleep. To those who, be
cause of physical disorders, were terrified
with night visions, it will bo the dream
less sleep. To nurses and doctors and
mothers who were wakened almost every
hour of the night by those to whom they
ministered or over whom they watched it
will be the undisturbed sleep. To those
who could not get to bed till late at night
and must rise early in the morning and
before getting rested, it will be the long
sleep.
A Why With Gloomy Talk.
Away with all your gloomy talk about
departing from this world I If we have
served our generation, it will not be put
ting out into the breakers. It will not be
the fight with the king' of terrors. It will
be going to sleep. A friend, writing me
from Illinois, says that Bev. Dr. Wingate,
president of Wake Forest college, North
Carolina, after a most useful life, found
his last day on earth his happiest day, and
that in his last momenta he seemed to be
personally talking with Christ, as friend
with friend, raying: “Oh, how delightful
it is! I knew you would be with me wheq
the . time came, and I knew it would be
sweet, but I did not know it would be at
sweet as it is.” The fact was he had served
his generation in the gospel ministry, and
by the will of God he fell asleep. When
in Africa, Majwara, the servant, looked
into the tent of David Livingstone and
found him oft his knees. He stepped book,
not wishing to disturb him in prayer,
and some time after went in and found
him in the same posture and stepped back
again, but after awhile went in and
touched him, and, 10, the great traveler
had finished his last journey, and he had
died in the grandest and mightiest posture
a man ever takes—on his knees! He had
served bis generation by unrolling the
scroll of a continent, and by the Will of
God fell on sleep. In the museum ot
Greenwich, England, there is a fragment
of a book that was found in the aretfo
regions amid the relics erf Sir John Frank
lin, who had perished amid the snow and
ice, and the leaf of that piece of a book
was turned down at the'words, “When
thou passest through* the waters, I will be
with thee.” Having served his genera
tion in tho cause of science and discovery,
by the will of God he foil on sfoep.
A Glortotts Awriwifay
Why will you keep us all so nervous
talking about that which is only a dormi
tory and a pillowed slumber, canopied by
angels’ wings? Sleep! Transporting
sleep! And what a glorious awakening! I
•or eyes, the high risen «Ua full Is ow
frees, and before We could fully collect oar
faculties have said: “Where am I? Whose
house is this and whose are thaw gardens?”
And then it has flashed upon rain glad
reality.
And I should not wonder if, after wo
have served our generation and, by the
will of God, have fallen on deep, tho deep
sleep, the restful sleep, we should awaken
in blissful bewilderment and for a littio
while say: “Wheream I? What fhlaoeis
this? Why, thia looks like heaven I It is,
it is. Why, t here is a building grander
than all the castles of earth heaved into a
mountain of splendor—that must be ths
palace of Jesus! And look there at those
walks Uned with foliage more beautiful
than anything I ever saw before and see
those who are walking down those aisles
of verdure^-From what I have heard of
them those two arm and arm must be
Mooes end Joshua, him of Mount Sinai
and him of the halting sun overGibeon.
those two walking arm in arm must
be John and Paul, tho one so gentle and
the other so mighty.
Never Mere to Fart.
“But I must not look any longer at
those gardens of beauty, but examine this
building in which I have just awakened.
I look out of the window this way and
that and up and down, and I find it is a
mansion of immense size in which I am
stopping. All its windows of agate and
its colonnades of porphyry and alabaster.
Why, I wonder if this is not the ‘bouse of
many mansions’ of which X used to read?
It is, it la There must be many of my
kindred and friends in thia very mansion.
Hark! Whose are those voices? Whose
are those bounding feet? I open tho door
and see, and, 10, they are coming through
all the corridors and up and down all the
stairs, our long absent kindred. Why,
there is father, there is mother, there are
the children! All well again, all young
again, all of us together again, and at we
embrace each other with the cry:’Never
more to part! Never more to part!’the
arches, the alcoves, the hallways, echo and
re-echo the words: ’Never more to part!
Never more to parti’ Then our glorified
friends say, ‘Come out with us and see
heaven.’ And, oome of them bounding
ahead of us and some of them skipping
beside us, wo start down the ivory stair
way. And we meet, coining up, one of
the kings of ancient Israel, somewhat
small of stature, but having a countenance
radiant with a thousand victories. And
as all are making obeisance to this great
one of heaven I cry out, ’Who Is he?’ And
the answer comes: ’This is the greatest of
all the kings. It is David, who, after he
had served his generation by the will of
God, tell on sleep.* ”
An Ordinance.
An ordinance to prevent the spreading
of diseases through the keeping and ex
posing for sale o* second hand and cast off
clothing, to provide for the disinfection of
such clothing by the Board of Health of
the City of Griffin, to prescribe fees for
the disinfection and the proper registry
thereof, and for other purposes.
Sec. Ist Be it ordained by the Mayor
and Council of the City of Griffin, that
from and after the passage of this ordi
nance, it shall be unlawful for .any person
or persons, firm or corporation to keep
and expose for sale any second hand or
cast off clothing within the corporate lim
its of the City of Griffin, unless the said
clothing has been disinfected by the Board
of Health of the City of Griffin, and the
certificate ofhaid Board ot Health giving
the number and character of the garments
disinfected by them has been filed in the
office of the Clerk and Treasurer of the
City of Griffin; provided nothing herein
contained shall be construed as depriving
individual citizens of the right to sell or
otherwise dispose of their own or their
family wearing apparel, unless the same
is known to have been subject to conta
geous diseases, in which event this ordi
nance shall apply.
Bee. 2nd. Be it further ordained by the
authority aforesaid, That for each garment
disinfected by the Board of Health of
Griffin, there shall be paid in advance to
said board the actual cost of disinfecting
the said garments, and for the issuing of
the certificate required by this ordinance
the sum of tweflty-flVe cents, and to the
Clerk and Treasurer of the City of Griffin
for the registry of said certificate the sum
of fifty cents.
Sec. Brd. Be it further ordained by the
authority aforesaid, That every person or
persons, firm or corporation convicted of
a violation of this ordinance, shall be fined
and sentenced not more than one hundred
dollars, or sixty days in the chain gang,
either or both, in the discretion or the
Judge of the Criminal Court, for eachpf
fense. It shall be the duty of the police
lores to see that this ordinance is strictly
enforced and report all violations the
Board of Health.
and parts of ordinandfoln conflict here
with are hereby repealed.
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DISSOLUTIOH NOTICE.
The firm of McDonald * Hanes is this
day dissolved by mutual consent B. A.
McDonald will collect all notes and ac
counts due the firm, and pay all indebted
ness of the firm. This Sept. Ist, 18M.
McDosratD.
E, L. HAUS.
dissolutionnotice.
The firm of J. M. Leach A Co., is this
day dissolved by mutual consent Ths
Lechner Grocery Co., will be successors
of ths business, collecting all notes and
accounts due the firm and pay all indebt
edness. This September Sth, ISJB.
J.lLlJuat ,
M. E. LBcmrxn.
I ask my fr'snds kj give their patronage
to the Lechner Grocery Oa, who will be
glad to serve them at the old stand.
XM.LBXCV.
VstiM.
Ladiea will please send in contribu
tions to tbs din nor aa early this morn
ing as possible to the Y. M. C. A.
Dinner from 11 o'clock until 10 p. m.
Mm. Db. Daxixv
Don’t Taterra teli ImmU !«r life 4w«y.
To qoit tcbacco ewfix and forever, bzauc
netie. fufi of »(f», nerverad vtySr. take Nb-To-
B-.ie, taewoMeeworirer, that makes weak aan
strong. An or«rrts*e> We or St. Cmegraraw
teed. BooMea-sod free. Address
Sterling Itotnodv Co - Ofcfengo » »» Y*k
Tone Bowota With Cnsearera
Candjr Gathnrtie. euro conslfpetloe forever,
tte.ns irC C C Bill.drn^rlstaref wHßzmnms.
To MOTHERS
WE ARE aLYtING hTtHE WCIIT TO
THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD •CASTORIA.’’ AND ~
was the originator of “CASTORIA/ the sama that
has borne and does now bear on eoesf
the facsimile signature of wrapper
This is the original “CASTORI A” which has been used in
the homes of the. Mothers of America for ooer thirty years
LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is M
the kind you hove ahbajpi bodgm on
and has the signature of C&MfrMUo&K wrap- 8
per. No one has authority from me to use my name a
The Centaur Company, of which Chas. H. Fletcher is President,
larch 24 t
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting
a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer you
(because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in
gredients of which even he does not know.
“The Kind You Have Always Bought”
BEARS THE SIGNATURE OF
Insist on Having
The Kind That Never Failed You.
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JOB PRINTING
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The Morning Call Office. I
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We have just aupplied our Job Office with a complete Um of BtMKNMS«|
kinds and can get up, on abort notice, anything wanted in the way cs . *
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LETTER HEADH, BILL HEADS
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STATEMENTS, IRCULARB,
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ENVELOPES, NOTIBi-
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JARDtS, POSTERS?
DODGERS, BkA, ETC
We trrry ue test iue of FNVEJXIFEB to >frue ; this trade.:
An altracdvc POSTER of any size can be issued on short notice, “
Our prices for work of all kinds will compare favorably with thoee obtaiMd ns
any office in the state. When you want Job printiag oi£any [description five
c&l] s&tifff&ct 100 fww&teoific
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With Neatness and Dispatch.
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Out of town orders will receive
prompt attention.
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