Tell me not in mournful numbers, with the air of critics wise, that the
retail lumber dealer’s not the one to advertise.
“Let the shoe and grindstone dealers fill the papers with their ads,
let the pharmacists be spielers for their pills and liver pads; let
the dry goods merchant merry sing in print his cheerful tunes, let the
boatman boom his wherry, let the grocer boost his prunes. But when men
are buying shingles they will seek you in your lair, and will need no
prose or jingles to induce their going there.”
Thus I heard the mossback speaking as he sadly wagged his ears, and his
jaws and lungs were squeaking with the rust of many years. But I knew
his talk was twaddle that would fool no modern guys; for it’s true that
all men waddle to the stores that advertise.
Why should men who deal in lumber make no bid for larger trade? Why
should they sit ’round and slumber, slumber sweetly in the shade? If an
ad will bring new patrons to the gas works or the bank, if it sells new
gowns to matrons, why won’t it sell a plank? If an ad will bring new
buyers to the corner ginseng store, to the man who deals in plyers, why
won’t it sell a door?
In our town there is a dealer, selling lumber all the year, and he is
the boss appealer to the public’s grateful ear. Every day his little
sermon in the paper shows its face; when on building folks determine,
they go chasing to his place.
Keep your name before the public, keep your business house in view,
and when men would build a steeple, they will surely think of you.
Advertising pays, you bet you! They who say “No” are absurd. Never let
your town forget you--make your name a household word.