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GOLDEN TYP
Also known as the Kelmscott Golden. The Golden Type is a bolder re-design of the classical Jenson face, developed while he was producing in the Kelmscott Press. It was inspired by Nicolas Jenson's typeface but was darkened. The punches were cut by E.P. Prince. William Morris used it in many of the books in the Kelmscott Press, starting with the Golden Legend by Jacobus de Voragine.
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UPPERCASE
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ABCDEFG HIJKLMN OPQRSTU V WXYZ
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ALPHABET
abcdefghijk lmnopqes t u vwx y z
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UPPERCASE
T �E
AB�CDEF� G�H�IJKL �MNOPQR �ST�UVW X�YZ 6|
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ALPHAB�T
ab�cdef�g� h � i j k l �m n o p qe�st�uvw x � y z lowercase
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PANGRAM
Case study: "Playing jazz vibe chords quickly excites my wife." Pangrams, also known as holoalphabetic sentences, are sentences using every letter of a given alphabet at least once. Pangrams have been used to display typefaces, test equipment, and develop skills in handwriting, calligraphy, and keyboarding.
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PLAYING JAZZ VIBE CHORDS QUICKLY EXCITES MY WIFE. Uppercase Golden Type, 44/50 x 19p9, FL
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playing jazz vibe chords quickly excites my wife.
Lowercase Golden Type, 44/50 x 19p9, FL
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PL�YING J�AZ �IBE CHO�DS Q�ICKL� EX�I�ES M� WI�FE Title Case Golden Type, 44/50 x 19p9, FL
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pl�ying jazz �ibe cho�ds q�ickl� ex�i�es m� wi�fe.
Sentence Case Golden Type, 44/50 x 19p9, FL
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PARAGRAP TEX
Golden Type was made to be used for printing books, as inspired during the medieval period. A passage from the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins is chosen to demonstrate the typeface in sentence and paragraph forms.
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, I was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gathering, of course. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were other things to buy, soap and milk and thread. What we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the Hob. It was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respected him, and they accepted me. Game was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. The butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
Golden Type, 10/14 x 12p3, Justified
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, I was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gathering, of course. The grain was not enough to� live on, and there were other things to buy, soap and milk and thread. �hat we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the Hob. It was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respected him, and they accepted me. Gam�e was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. �he butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
ROUNDED FORMS
In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I n�ticed the plants growing around me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
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Golden Type, 10/14 x 12p3, Justified
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice �uilding, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil �in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, I was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gathering, of course. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were other things to bu�, soap and milk and thread. What we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the �ob. It was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respec�ed him, and they accepted me. Game was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. �i also sold at the back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. �he butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The �ead Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
ROUNDED SQUARE FORMS In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed the plants growing aroun� me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, I was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gathering, of course. The grain was not enough to live �on, and there were other things to buy, soap and milk and thread. What we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the Hob. �it was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respected him, and �ey accepted me. Game was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to �remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. The butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. �e baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The Head �eacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
SQUARE FORMS
In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, � was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gat�ering, of course. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were other things to buy, soap and milk and th�ead. �hat we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the �ob. It was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respected him, and they accepted me. Game was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the back doors �f the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. The b�tcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. T�e mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
DIAGONAL SQUARE FORMS In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossom�s with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, I was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gathering, of course. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were other things to buy, soap and milk and thread. What we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the Hob. It was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respected him, and they accepted me. Game was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. The butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. The mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
DIAGONAL FORMS
In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
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Golden Type, 10/14 x 12p3, Justified
Golden Type: A Type Specimen
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n May the Eighth, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my tesserae, and pulled home my first batch of grain and oil in Prim’s toy wagon. On the eighth of every month, � was entitled to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and gat�ering, of course. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were other things to buy, soap and milk and th�ead. �hat we didn’t absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the �ob. It was frightening to enter that place without my father at my side, but people had respected him, and they accepted me. Game was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the back doors �f the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks as well. The b�tcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels. The baker enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his wife was not around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey. T�e mayor had a passion for strawberries taste.
MULTIPLE GLYPHS In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall trees with leaves like arrowheads. Blossom�s with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots.
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WILLIAM MORRIS A Ty p e S p e c i m e n b y J u s t i n Tr a n