The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, January 17, 1929, Image 6
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THURSftAY, JANUARY 17, 1929
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Lo, the people of the earth dp me homage. ‘ ,
I am the herald of success for men, merchants, manufacturers, municipalities
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, . I go forth to tell the world £he message of service and sound merchandise. And'
the world listens when i speak.
^here was a day .long ago, when by sheer weight of superior merit, a business
could rise above the common level without me, but that day has passed into oblivion.
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For those who have used me as their servant I have gathered untold millions in
to their coffers.
' I SELL MORE MERCriANDISE-
Per dollar of salary ■paid^me than any other salesman on the face of the earth. The
■ fabled lamp of Aladdin never called to the sei'vice of its master genii half so rich
and powerful as I am, to the man who keeps me constantly on his payroll.
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I HOLD THE BUSINESS-
Of the seasons in the hollow of my hand.^ 1 command the legions of fashion, mold
the styles and lead the world whithersoever I go. I drive unprincipled business to
' cover, and sound the death-knell of inferior merchandise. Frauds are afraid of me
because I march in the broad light of day. .
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WHOEVER MAKES ME THEIR SERVANT
For life takes no chances on drawing down dividends from my untold treasures
bestowed with a lavish hand.
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of freedom beyond the seas, and raised billions of dollars to foot the bills. Nations
and kings pay me homage and the business of theAvorld t^ows atlny feet.
I sow broad fields for you to reap a golden harvest.
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1 Am the Master Salesman at Your Service
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“The Paper Everybody Reads”
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