Have I Seen Your Name in the Bundle?
Do you reap but Never sow? Do you sew but Never spin? At least you could write some letters. If you give permission they might even get Printed. Then you could express your pleasure or displeasure with the contents of the “Bundle.” OR – Are you just a Spectator?
Our biggest spectator sport is not baseball or football or basketball or horse racing, its democracy.
Every payday taxpayers ante up the price of admission. But instead of “coming to the park” and getting their money’s worth, they stay at home to boo the players and the officials on the tube.
Even then they can’t tell the players without a program. (Just ask any of your friends who their representatives are.) Maybe it’s because the play has been so poor lately, that the only time the fans get worked up about the game is when they raise the price of the tickets.
You had better stop being a spectator or there may not be a game.
by Walter W. Hoffman
Let us go forth into the wood
And celebrate the pageantry of fall;
Go on a jaunt over the hills,
When the air is crisp with the coolness of autumn,
And fallen leaves crackle and swish under our feet;
Feel the winds that blow the haze from the hillsides
And scurry away with the leaves.
FROM the Ms. Bur.
Everyone should print one thousand words.
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One Thousand Words
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Use the Manuscript Bureau
Potential Tramp Printer Makes Maiden Trip
ON OCTOBER 5, 1913, the Missoula, Montana, Typographical Union initiated me into the union as a journeyman printer. A proud and happy 19-year old kid vowed that he would always try to be a credit to the printers’ great organization and keep his card intact. (I now have a 40-year membership pin from the International Typographical Union.) At my request a traveling card was issued to me the day after my initiation.
I was extremely fortunate to have finished my last year of apprenticeship under the patient tutelage of Thomas Abbot, foreman of The Missoula Job Printing Department. “Tommy” came to Missoula bearing the appellation, “The crackerjack of all crackerjacks of the Pacific Coast.” He was one of the best, if not the best, artistic printers I have ever worked with. Cold type, rules and ornaments seemed to come alive in Tommy’s beautiful creations when he handled two and three-color work.
Forty or more years ago speed wasn’t of primary importance in the job printing business. A job had to be accepted by the foreman and the front office before it was presented to the customer for final o.k. Consequently, with speed not paramount, journeymen had time to teach the apprentice, and they were thorough instructors. Apprentices were taught the proper use of white space, and journeymen propounded the fact that white space could either “make or break” an otherwise good job of printing.
Any little success I may have acquired as a printer is due to the patient teaching of those master craftsmen of bygone days who took great pride in their work, which they knew so well, and gladly passed their knowledge on to the apprentice.
Packing a suitcase with a few traveling necessities, I bought a ticket to Spokane, Wash.; had my sample printing – the best two and three-color jobs ever printed during my apprenticeship days. Those were important, so I thought, in getting a position; also had a commendable clipping and a reproduction of a job of printing submitted to the Inland Printer (job printers bible) “I’m pretty good,” I told myself, “and will have no trouble getting work.”
In Spokane work wasn’t good in the job shops. Or it may have been my youth – or the samples – but I didn’t get on in any of the numerous printing establishments visited. However, I caught a two-weeks’ stretch on the Spokesman Review, and was somewhat confused at first by the eight-point column rules they used instead of the standard six-point.
Being young and impetuous and never having been able to save money, after several nights at the famous Davenport Hotel, dancing and dining with the darling damsels, most of my funds soon went the way of the overflowing bowl. Then I confided in a fatherly-looking printer, Frank Parker, that this was my first trip on the road; to him it must have been quite obvious. I showed him the samples of my printing. He looked them over carefully, and finally said they were pretty good.
Hand set and printed on an 8 x 12 C&P Treadle Press by Don Henderson for members of N.A.P.A. by a member of N.A.P.A. at Paradise, Ca. 95969