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For Everyone Who Sells To Lumber Dealers Or Furniture Factories

OR OTHER \TOODWORKERS

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BY Ltn/EEBME$l-which hcrs been relied on since 1876, in extending credit cmd promoting scles to the lumber, Iurniture or woodworking trcde.

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-This courprehensive credit rcrting book lists qucmtity buyers oI lumber and allied products thruout the United Stqtes.

O From no other source ccn you obtcin such cr complete list oI Lumber Mcrnufncturers, Concentrction Ycrrds, Wholescrlens, Betcilers, Commission Men, Fumiture crnd other WoodworHng {crctories crnd chnost one hundred other clcsses ol industricrl concerns buying Lumber, Veneer, Plywood, etc. in qucmtity.

O Street addresses cre shown in the lcrger cities mcrking possible low postcrge rcte circulcrrizcrtion"

For subscriplion terms oddress Departmenl "C" of the nearer of the oftces shown below

Clcry

I took a piece of plastic clay, And idly fashioned it one day; And as my fingers pressed it still, It moved and yielded to my will. I came again when days passed, The bit of clay was at last; form no more.

I took a piece clay,

And moulded with my power and art, A young child's soft and yielding heart. I came again when years were gone; It was a man I looked upon. That early irnpress still he bore, And I could change that form no more.

-Anon.

Short Notes

America is the land of opportunity, where they lock up the jury and turn the defendant loose.

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The average American yells for the Government to balance the budget, and then wants to borrow five bucks until payday.

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It is dangerous to drive a car with one hand; many a man has run into a church that way. ***

When a woman lowers her voice, it is a sign she wants something; when she raises it, it is a sign she didn't get it.

The Retort

The shopper was cute and floor walker:

Dubious classy, anfl she said to the

"Do you have any notions on t\is fl|or?"

And he sighed and said:

"We do, lady, but we have working hours." them during

II I Were King

ff I were kingAh, Love, if I were king !

What tributary nations wo$d I bring

To kneel before your sceptr{ and to,dwear

Allegiance to your lips and {V." q'fi ft"ir t

Beneath your feet, what treabury' I would fling !

The stars would be your pedrlg/upon a string, The world a ruby for your ){figer ring, And you should have the sunyand moon to wear--

If I were king !

-Justin

Huntley

McCarthy.

Toothpicks

High authorities oppose the But they also oppose grabbing both ends of an of sweet corn, and eating peas with a spoon, bothy'f. which are common sense, comfortable practices. course, it may be that etiquette arbiters do not indulge in them in the pri and the user searches for toothpicks in public, but of their private bailiwicks. employ judgment as he iprods and of harn and pot roast. Perhaps one

One cannot recall anv for genteel backscratchrng; yet one assumes have an itch between the shoulder-blades, the exquisite delight of rubbing their a corner of the door frame. It is cheerfully tted that toothpicks can be dangerous shouldn't both elbows on the table as he campaigns among and crevices. It hasn't happened yet, but any day now there ought to be a plastic toothpick on the market. Then a man can carry it in his vest pocket and have it ready whenever a situation needs clearing up.

LiIe and Decth

Every cradle asks us "Whence?" and every coffin, "Whither?" The poor barbarian, weeping above'his dead, can answer these questions as intelligently as the robed priest of the most authentic creed. The tearful ignorance of the one is just as consoling as the learned and unmeaning words of the other. No man, standing where the horizon of a life has touched a grave, has any right to prophesy a future filled with pain and tears. It may be that death gives all there is of worth to life. If those we press and strain against our hearts could never die, perhaps that love would wither from the earth. Maybe this common fate treads from out the paths between our hearts the weeds of selfishness and hate, and I had rather live and love where death is king, than have eternal lifo where love is not. Another life is naught, unless we know and love again the ones who love us there. -fngersoll.

"Well, dad," said the Boy at the breakfast table. day;' "I've done my good deed for "Alreadv?" said his father.

be late. and I awful scared of Brown got to the that Mr. Brown is dog loose, and Mr.

The boy said: "It was for' the seven-twentY tra saw i Brown starting I he was going to Looking Up ,f

Ovid said: "God gave man "t\"p;St countenance to survey the heavens, and to look up\#rd toward the stars."