Wanted—a Printer

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Wanted—a Printer

From Daily Intelligencer

1860-01-05

Wanted—a Printer.

"Wanted—a printer," says a contemporary. Wanted—a mechanical curiosity, with brain and fingers; a thing that will set so many ems a day; a machine that will think and act, but still a machine; a being who undertakes the most systematic and monotonous drudgery—yet one the ingenuity of man has never supplanted, mechanically; that's a printer.

A printer: yet, for all his dissipated and reckless habits, a worker—at all times and hours, by day and by night; setting up in close and unwholesome offices, when gay crowds are hurrying to theatres; later still, when street revellers (sic) are gone and the city sleeps; in the fresh air of the morning, in the broad and gushing sunlight, some printing machine is at its case, with its eternal, unvarying click! click!

Click! click! the polished cubes fall into he stick; the mute integers of expression are marshaled into line, and march forth as immortal print. Click! and the latest intelligence becomes old, the thought a principle, the simple idea a living sentiment. Click! click! from grave to gay, item after item—a robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a graceful and glowing thought, are in turn clothed by the mute and impassive fingers of the machine, and set adrift in the sea of thought. He must not think of the future nor recall the past; he must not think of home, of kindred, of wife, or of babe. His work lies before him, and thought is chained to his copy.

You know him by his works, who read the papers, and are quick at typographical errors; whose eye may rest on this mute evidence of ceaseless toil; correspondents, editors, and authors, who scorn the simple medium of your fame, think not that the printer is altogether a machine. Think not that he is indifferent to the gem of which he is but the setter. Think not a subtle ray may not penetrate the recesses of his heart, or the flowers he gathers may not leave some of their fragrance on his toil-worn fingers. But when you seek friend, companion, adviser—when you would elevate one who, from sympathy, may fitly represent either or both—when you want judges, governors, and presidents, O, ye people, advertise: "Wanted—a printer."

The City

From Milwaukee daily sentinel.

1860-01-05 · Milwaukee, [Wis.]

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From Daily intelligencer.

1860-01-05 · Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]

Wanted?a. Printer.
"Wanted?u printer," says a contempo
rary. Wanted?a mechanical curiosity,
with brain and fingers : a thing that will
j set so many cms a day ; u machine that
? will think and net. hut still a machine; a
: being who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery?yet one ire
! the ingenuity of man has never supplanted,
mechanically: that'" a printer,
j A printer: yet. for all his dissipated and
! reckless habit.-, a worker?at all times nnd
hour, by day and by night : setting up in
' close and unwholesome offices, when pay
j crowds a?e hurrying to theatres: Inter still,
j when street revellers are gone and the ?i?y
sleeps : in the fresh air of the mornincr, in
? the broad and gushing funli/ht, some
! printing maehine is at it- case, with its.
! eternal, unvarying click ! click !
Click ! click ! the p.dished cubes f;.li
! into the stick: tlie mute integers of ex
pression are marshalled i:itline, and
: march fortb as immortal print, flick!
and t!te latest intelligence I cvmnes olr!,
' the thought a principle. the simpV idea a
i living sentiment. Click! <!!- !. I f.'om
grave to gay. item after item?a robbery.
J a murder, a hit of senndax. a graceful an;i
Rowing though:, are in turn clothed i y
' the mute and impassive fingers of the
machine, and set adrift in the sea of
?thought, lit? mnst not think oi the fu
j lure nor recall the past; he must xiot ti.inl:
: of home, of kindred, of wife, or of babe.
| His work lies before him, and thought is
; chained to his copy.
You know him bv his works, who read
i th e papers, and are quick at typographical
I errors: whose eye may rest on this mute
j evidence of ceaseless toil: correspondents
i editors, and authors, who scorn the simple
1 medium of your fame, think not rh?t tin
; printer is altogether a machine. Think
! not that be is indifferent to the gem of
; v. Uicli he is but the setter. Think not a
subtle r.iy may not penetrate the recc-s. s
; of his heart, or the (lowers lie gathers may
not ieave some of their fragrance on his
; toil-worn lingers. But when you seek
? friend, companion, adviser?when you
' would elevate one who, from sympathy,
! may fitly represent either or both?when
i you want judges, governors, and presidents.
| 0. ye people, advert ire : *? Wanted??
j printer.1

From Mineral Point weekly tribune.

1860-01-10 · Mineral Point, Wis.

natured countenance: c
“Wanted—a printer,” says a cotempora
ry. Wanted—a mechanical curiosity with
brain and lingers ; a thing that will set so
many eras a day; a machine that will
think and act, but still a machine; a be
ing who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery—yet one the
ingenuity of man ha never supplanted
mechanically; that’s a printer.

A printer; yet, for all his dissipated and
reckless habits, a worker—at all times and
hours, by day and by night; set'ing up in
close and unwholesome offices, when gay
crowds are hurrying to theatres; latir
still, when strei; revellers are gone and
the city sleeps ;in iU fresh afr of t{ja
morning, m the broad and guishing sun
liglit. some printing machine is at its case
with its eternal, unvarying dick dick ’
t nek dick I the polished cube fall into
lae 'ri, K ■ ;.-ie mute integers of expression
are mu huhed into line, and march ferth
as immortal print. Click! and the latest
intelligence becomes old, the thought a
principle, the simple idea a living senti
ment. flick' click! trom crave to gav
itc-m after i; i—a murder, a bit of Ma-.-
dal. a grace. lul and glowing thought, are
in turn mothi-l b\ t!:e mute and impas-iva
fingers of the machine, and sent adrift in
the sei of thought, lie mast not tlii*Jc
of the future nor recall the past; he nm-t
not think, of liome, of kindred, ot wiv, or
of babe. Hi- w-rk lie- before him, and
thought i.-. i ! iilneil to IJs copy.
You know h in by his works, who read

the paper;. m.J are quid at typograj. ... .1
error-; win. > eye may re t on this nmte
evidence ot careless ;• il; corresjKjndents
editors and authors, who -corn the simple
medium ot your f one, think not that die
printer is altogether a machine. Think
not that be is imiiiKrcut to the gem of
which he is but tins oetter. Think not a
subtle ray may not penetrate the recesses
of his heart, or the flowers he gathers may
not leave some of their fragrance on Lis
toil-worn fingers. Rut when you seek
friend, companion, adviser— when you
would elevate one, who, from sympathy,
may fitly represent either or both—whin
you want judges, governors and presidents,
O,ye people, advertise : “ Wanted—a prin
ter.”

From New Orleans daily crescent.

1860-01-12 · [New Orleans, La.]

a fair sh
hem snoke in in tolerablt ond
er was covered up
sort of gibberish, a
hem a big supper.
with a gine e
ntagustike a saione
time in my life I
that I had abundance of pror
that I had hiryn muck a
o e i e a e
read, and set the ugly fie
nitched in as if they had never e
me in my life I played cook to a
out three revolvers, one of
belt in front, and cocking the others I took on
each hand, and stepping quietly up t
aere is soon a thet ta to on oe
ee e e e te a o ca ety
of bread, I slipped rotind to my w
e ee e o
said: "One white man-eight Injuns-g
e oe e o a e o

WANTEd-A PrinTer.Wanted
so many ems a day; a machine that wi
act, but still a machine; a being who und
the most systematic and monotonous drudgery,
yet one the ingenuity of man!
mechanically; that's
A printer; yet, for all hisd
habits, a worker,-at al
and night; setting up in close and un

From The River Falls journal.

1860-01-18 · River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.

“Wanted—a printer,” says a cotem
porary. Wanted—a mechanical curiosi
ty, with brain and fingers; a machine
that will think nnd act, but still a ma
chine; a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous dru Igery—
yet one the ingenuity of man lias never
supplanted mcchank ally; that’s a printer.
A printer; vet for all his dissipated
and reckless habits, a worker at all times
and hours, by dav and by night, setting
up in close nnd unwholesome offices,when
th : gav crowds are hurrying to places
of amusement, later still, when the street
revelers are gone and the city sleeps, in
the fresh air of the morning, in the broad
nml gushing stmligl.t, s--me printer is at
b.is case, with its eternal click! click!
Click ! click I the polished tubes fall
into the stick; the mute integers of ex
pression are marshalled into line and
march forth as immortal print. Click!
and the latest intelligence becomes old,
the thought n principle, the simple idea a
living sentiment. Click! dick! from
grave to gav. Item after item—a mur
der, a bit of scandal, a graceful and glow
ing thought, are in turn clothe I with lan
guagc by the fingers of the printer and
sent abroad into the world. He must not
th.nk of tire future nor recall the past; he
must not think of home, of kindred, of
wife or babe. His work Les before him
and thought is chained to Ills copy.
You know him by his works, who r?ad
the papers, ami are quick at typographi
cal errors; whoso eye may rest on this
mute avideneo of cea.-eless toil ;correspon
dents, authors, editors, think not that the
prinier is altogether a machine. Think
not thnt he is in I'tfercnt to the gem of
which he is but the s Iter. Think not a
subtle rav mnv not t> netrate the recesses
of hi> 1. .*;*t, or the flowers he gathers
may not mave some of theii fragrance on
h;s toil-worn fingois. But when vou seek
a friend, companion, adviser—when you
would elevate one who from sympathy,
may fitly represent eitlieror both—when
you want judges, governors, presidents,
0, ye people, advertise;—“Wanted—a
printer.”

From Grant County herald.

1860-02-04 · Lancaster, Wis.

••Wanted—a printer,” say« a cotempcra-*
ry. Wanted—a mechanical ourioai'.r,
with brains and fi igers; a tning that JI
set so in my »ms a day; a machine that
will think an act, but still a machiute a
being who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery—yet one the
ingenuity of man has nj>yer supplanted
mechanically; that’s ii printer. '" 1 t
A printer, yet, for all his dissipated and
reckless halms, a worker—at all lirboi&lic
hours, by day and by night; setting uo
in close and uuwbo'esatns offices, when
gay crowds are hurrying to theater.; kvt»
still, when street revellers are gone and
the citv sieeps; in the fresh air of ifie
morning, in the broad and gushing sun
light, some printing machine is at its case,
with it eternal, unvarying click I click t, j
' Click 1 click! tho polished cube fall itHo
the stick; the mute innogers of expression
are marshaled imo line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click land thp4l|ite«jt
becomes old. the thought *
p; ..plo, the idea a living seutirmnL
diet;! click! from grave to gay, item after
item—a bit of scandal, a graceful kbd
glowing thought, are in turn clothed by
the muto impassive fingers of the ma
chine, and set adrift in the sea of thought*
tie must not think of the future nor recall
the past; he must not think of home, of
kindred, of wife, or cf babe. His work
lies before him, and thought is chained to
his-copy,
You know him by bis works, who read
the papers, and aro q ick at typographical
errors; whoso eye may rest on this mute
evidence of careless toil; Correspondent#,
editors and authors, who scorn the simple
medium of your fame, think not that the
printer is altogether a machine. Think
not that he is iudifferent to the gem of
which bo is but tho setter. Think not a
subtile ray may not permit rate the recaisefl
of his heart, or the flowers he gather#
may not leave, some of their .ragrauce on
his toil-worn fingers. But when you seek
a friend, companion, adviser when you
would elevate one, who, from sympathy}
may fitly represent either or both—when
you waut judges, governors aod president#,
o,ye people, advertise; “Wauled—a prin
ter,”

From Newbern weekly progress.

1860-02-07 · Newbern, N.C.

Mo , Asnmore, a very, ftT"' .7 H V ' click ! from grave to gav. item after item-robbery,
Bonock. Bou.ignv. Branch. Bn.ch Burnett, II I j a mnrd aVt of scandal, a graceful and glowing
Clark, Clark ot Mo., Clemens, Cobb. John Coch- j thottghtj are i,, turu closed by the Brute and impas
rane. Cooner. Cox, Craige of N. C, Craig of Mo., 1 : Sn f the machine, and set adrift in the sea

From Newbern weekly progress.

1860-02-07 · Newbern, N.C.

Wanted A Printer.1' Wanted a printer," says
a cotenfpoiarv. Wtftfted a inechnnical curiosity,
with braiu and fingers ; a thing that will r.t so many
ems a day; a machine that will think and act, but
still a machine; a being who undertakes the most
ivaTm;itit' and monotonous diudgerv vet one tile
ingenuity of man hasnever supplanted mechamcaliy ;
H1H.L 3 ywiiici
A nrfnter: vet. for all his dissipated and reckless
habits, a worker at all times and lfours, by day and
night; set.ing up in clo-e and unwholesome offices,
when gay cro-rcU are harrying to the theatres ,- the
later still", when these reve'lef.-" nre gone and the city
sleeps; in the lresh air oi the morning, in the broad
and gus!v?i: sunlight, some printing machine is at its
case with fts eternal, unvarying cRck ! click !
Click! click! the polished tube fall into the stick;
the mute integers ot expression are -marshalled into
line, and inarch forth as immortal print. Click! and
the late.-t intelligence becomes oiu, tne tnougnta
L-iiCK :
of thought. He must not think ol the future nor re
call the past; he must not think ofhome, of kindred,
of wife, or of babe. His work lies before him, and
thought is chained to hi copy.
You know him by his works, who read the papers
and are quick at typographical errors; whose eye
may re.t on this mute evidence of ceaseless toil,
correspondents, editors and authors, who scorn the
bimple medium of your fame, think not that the prin
ter is altogether a machine. Think not he is indiffer
ent to the gem of which he is but the setter. Think
not a subtle ray may not penetratethe recesses of his
heart, or the flowers he gathers may not leave some
of their fragrance on his toil worn fingers. But when
you seek friend, companion, adviser when you
would elevate one who, from sympathy, may fitly
represent either or both, when you want Judges,
Governors and Presidents, o, ye people, advertise ;
" Wanted a printer.

From American Lancaster gazette.

1860-02-09 · Lancaster, Ohio

on both my arms, and I coul inft etiy a of the morning, in the broad and gushing
peg. I had his thum in my mouth but I sunlight, se me printing machine is at hi
was fraid to chaw it, for every time I cate, with its eternal varying click! cliokl
ied it a i a ea ee e oe ee a

jons epek long sice of my head as marle torthe stich, the mut integere of expres
me see more stara than ever ts in heven a aae ino ian i

lickl and the

the

ides a

me see more stars than ever tas in heaven, t
He had the devil in hia eyesas big an aforth as im stortal print. Chel an
meetin' house; every time he hit m he o tene emeo
ollefed o e thought a principle, the simple id
e ee ee a oo

"Aint yer got eanf yet!

nul?""

i er ot en tien o om
e e e e eeee

to gay. Item afterI em-a

a e e e e e e e o ea a ae an e

case I calculated it war no use to Ba thartough ar in turn clothe by the mat
and be beal to dasth and I war just a iee er o te ma a
gwine to equeal, when who shoufl rideen ai te e o toe o
up but otd Mr. rowaly-you know of a o ti o te a o e
M.. Townly as plants on the viver?swala e ma ot thi o o of in
him, and his overseer and that hig son of o i o o a i

From American Lancaster gazette.

1860-02-09 · Lancaster, Ohio

buggy, and eveing me all the tme,
and wrappin' up his thum in a silk pocket
hankcher. When he got in his buggy,
he riz up and gathered his reins, and sez
he to me soz he:

"No you old red-headed, gimblet eved

errors; whose eye may rest on this muts
evidence of ceasless toil; correspondents,

als mestum of your fams, think not that
medlum of your fams, think not that
the printert is altogether a machine
Think not that he is indifferent to the
gem of which he is but the setter. This

not a subtile ray may not penetrate the
recess of his heart, or the flowers he
gathers may not leave some of their frs

snagged tootll son of a jachas shem wgrance ton his toil worn fingers. But

From American Lancaster gazette.

1860-02-09 · Lancaster, Ohio

when you seek friend, companion, adviser

when you would elt vate one who.
Hom sympathy, may filly represent either
or botl- when you want judges, govern
ors, and presidents, O, ye people, adver
tise: "Wanted, a printer." E

From The home journal.

1860-02-16 · Winchester, Tenn.

the
hLiIi Ol yolr
the printer is alto-
Think not that he
em of which he is
.
ihk hot that
ther a machine
indifferent to the:
but the setter. Think not
l
sul.
ray may not penetrate the recesses of
his heart, or the flowers he gathers
may not leave some of their fragrance
on his toil-worn fingers. But when
you seek a friend, companion or advi
er--when you would elevate one who,
from sympathy, may fitly represent
either or both--when you want Jud
ges, Governors and Presidents, O, ye
people, advertise: "Wanted--a Prin
er

From M'arthur Democrat.

1860-03-29 · McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio

ted--A PrINTER.

"Wanted--a Printer," says a co
nporary. Wanted--a mechanical
Teriosity, with brain and fingers; a
thing that will set so many ems a day;
a mach me that will thiak and act but
still a snachine; a being who under
takes the most systematic and monot
onous diudgery, yet one the ingenuity
of man has never supplanted mechani
cally--that's a printer.
A printer! yet for all his dissipated
and reckless habits, a worker at all
times and hours, by day and by night;
"setting up," in close and unwhole
some offices, when gay crowds are
hurrying to theaters; later still, when
the street revelers are gone, and the
city sleeps, in the fresh air of the
morning; in the broad and gushing
sunlight, some printing machine is at
his "case" with the eternal click,
elick!
Click, click! the polished cubes fall
into the "stick;" the mute integers of
expression are marshalled into line,
and march forth as immortal print.
Click, click! and the latest intelligence
becomes old, the thought a principle,
the simple idea a living sentiment.
Click, click! from grave to gay.
Item after item--a murder, a bit of
scandal, a graceful and glowing
thought--are in turn clothed by the
mute and impassive fingers of the
machine, and sent adrift into the sea
of thought. He must not think of
the future, nor recall the past; he
must not think of home, of kindred,
of wife, or of babe. His work hes
before him, and thought is chained to
his "copy."
You know him by his works who
read the papers and are quick at typo
graphical errors- whose eye may rest
on this mute evidence of ceaseless toil;
correspondents, editors and authors,
who scorn the simple medium bf your
fame, think not that the printer is al
together a machine; think not that he
is indifferent to the gem of which he
is but the setter; think nof a subtle
ray may not penetrate the recesses of
his heart, or the nowersese gathers
may not leave some of therr fragrance
on his toil worn fingers. But when
you seek a friend, companien, adviser
when you wouldf elevate one who,
from sympathy, may nuve represent
either or all--when you want judges,
governors and presidents, O, ye peo
ple, advertise: "Wanted--a printer."

From The Cass County Republican.

1860-04-19 · Dowagiac, Mich.

" Wanted a Printer," says a cotem
porary. Wanted a mechanical curi
osity, with brain and fingers; a thing
that will set so many ems a day ; a ma
chine that will think and act, but still
a machine;' a being who undertakes
the most systematic and monotonous
drudgery yet one the - ingenuity of
man has never supplanted, mechanical
ly; that's a pbixteb. : .. ;
A printer I yet for all his dissipated
and . reckless habits,, a worker at all
times and hours, by. dav and by night;
sitting up in 'close and. unwholesome
offices, when gay crowds are hurrying
to theaters ; later still when street rev
ellers are gone and the city sleeps; in
the broad and gushing sunlight,- some
printing machine is at its case, with its
eternal, unvarying click i click! v .
Click! click! the polished cubes fall
into the stick ; the mute integers of ex
pression are marshalled into line, and
march forth as immortal print . I Click!
and the latest intelligence becomes bid,
and thought a principle, the simple idea
a living sentiment Click J click ! from
grave to gay, item after itemA-a 'mur
der, a bit of scandal, a graceful ; and
glowing "thonght,- are' in turn plothed
by the mute impressive fingers of the
machine, and sent adrift in the sea of
thought He must not think of the fa-
ture or recall the past: he must not
think of home, of kindred, of wife, or
babe. His work lies before him, and
thonght is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who
read the papers, and are quick at typo
graphical errors ; whose eye may rest
on this mute evidence of careless toil;
correspondents, editors and authors,
who scorn the simple medium of ycrr
fame, think not that the printer is alt
gether a machine, v Think not that .La
is indifferent to the gem of which he in
but the setter' Think not a subtle rl 7
may not penetrate the recesses of I '3
heart, or the flowers! he gathers ml 7
not leave some of their fragrance tea
his. toil-worn, fingers.'; But when yoa
seek friend, companion, adviser whea
youwould elevate one who, from yrn ;
pathy, - may fitly represent either cr '
both when , yon want judges, gover
nors, and presidents, O, ye people ad
vertise: "Wanted a printer."

From Sunbury American.

1860-04-21 · Sunbury, Pa.

Wanted A Printer.
"Wonted-- a printeV," fays n eotempoary.
Wanted a mechanical curiosity, with brain
and fingers ;n thing that will si t so many
nms a duy ; a machine that will think and act,
but still a machine ; a being who undertakes
the most systematic ond monotonous diudge.
ry yet one the ingenuity of man has never
supplanted mechanically that's a printer.
A printer ; yet for all his dissipated and
reckless habits ; a worker : at all limes and
hours, by day oud night ; sitting up ia dure
and tibhoh'sonio offices, when gay crowds nrn
hurrying to tho theatres ; later still, when
street revelers are pone nnd tho city sleeps ;
iu the fresh air of the morning, in the broad
nnd gushing sunlight, soqio printing mnchitiH
is ut its cuso with its denial, uuworyitig
click ! click I
Click ! click ! tho polished tubes all into
the stick! tho muto integers of expression
ore marshalled into line, and tnatrhrd forth

us immortal print. Click ! and tho latest
intelligence becomes old, the thoucht a prill-
ciple, tho simple idea a living sentiment.
Click ! click ! from grave to pay, item after
itom a robbery a murder, a bit of scandal, a
graceful and clowinz tbnuebt. ore a turn
clothed by the mute and impassive fingers of
ma machine, and set adrtlt in the sea T
thought. Ho must not think of the future.
nor recall the past, bu must not lb ink of home,
of kindred, of wife or of friend ; his work is
before him, aod thought is chained to his
cony.
Yon know bim by bis works, who read tho
papers, und are quick at typhographicul
errors ; whose cyo tuny rest ou this ceaseless
toil. Correspondents, oditors, and authors,
who ficoru the simple medium of your fuoio,
think not thnt the printer is altogether a
maohine. Think not that he is indifferent to
the gem of which be is but the setter. Think
not a 8obtlo ray may not penetruto the re
cesses of his heart, or tho flowers be gathers
moy not leavo some of their fragrance on hit
tod worn fiugcrs. But when you seek friend,
companion, advisor when you wont Judges

Wanted a Printer

From Vermont patriot.

1860-04-28 · Montpelier [Vt.]

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Wanted a Printer

From Vermont patriot.

1860-04-28 · Montpelier [Vt.]

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Cedar Falls gazette.

1860-05-04 · Cedar Falls, Iowa

left our hand, and flying with
swift wings across the table, landed in mad-
am's bosom.

Plum pudding,' resounded the war cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took tis
where we had been depositing the first part of
our dinner, and a plate of beets landed on our
white vest.

Bread pudding forever,' shouted we in
defiance, dodging the soup tureen, and fall-
ing beneath its contents.

Plum pudding!' yelled the amiable spouse
as, noticing our misfortune, she determined
to keep us down by piling on our head the
dishes, with no gentle hand. Then, in rapid
succession, followed the war-cries.

WanTed--A Printer.

Wanted--a Printer," says a contempo-
rary. Wanted a mechanical curiosity, with
brains and fingers; a machine that will think
and act, but still a machine; a being who un-
dertakes the most systematic and monoton-
ous drudgery--yet one the ingenuity of man
has never supplanted mechanically; that's a
Printer?

A Printer--yet for all his dissipated and
reckless habits--a worker. At all times and
hours, by day and night; sitting up in close,
unwholesome offices, when gay crowds are
hurrying to the theaters; later still, when
street revelers are gone, and the city sleeps.
In the fresh air of the morning, in the broad
sunlight, the same printing machine is at its
case with its eternal, unvarying click, click.

Click! click! the polished cubes fall into
his

as

stick;" the mute integers of expression
are marshaled into line, and march forth as
immortal. Click! from grave to gay, an item,
a robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a grace-
ful and glowing thought, are in turn clothed
by the mute, impassive fingers of the machine
and set adrift on the sea of thought. He
must not think of the future, nor recall the
past; he must not think of home, of kindred,
of wife and babies. His work lies before him,
and his thought is chained to his copy.

You, who know him by his works, who
read the paper, and are quick at typograph-
ical errors, whose eyes may rest on this mute
evidence of ceaseless toil; correspondents ed
itors and authors, who scorn the simple me-
dium of your fame, think not the printer is
altogether a machine! Think not that he is
indifferent to the gem of which he is but the
setter. Think not a subtle ray may not pen-
etrate the recesses of his heart, or the flowers
he gathers may not leave some of their fra
grance on his toil worn fingers; but when you
seek friend, companion, or adviser-when
you would elevate one, who from sympath

From Cedar Falls gazette.

1860-05-04 · Cedar Falls, Iowa

with the world of thought and labor, may
fitly represent either or both--when you
want Judges, Governors, and Presidents, O,
ye, people advertise,

From Litchfield enquirer.

1860-05-31 · Litchfield, Conn.

ter.”
“ Well, Madamoiselle, now tell me the
name of the fortunate mortal you are going
to expose.”
“ Well, then, the fortunate mortal, be it
| known to you, is—yourself,” said the young
; beauty, bursting into a laugh. “ 1 love you,
! I have been three times lete-a tctc with you,
! and my four witnesses are below, ready and
I willing to accompany me to the magistrate,”
! gravely continued the narrator.
The lawyer thus fairly caught., had the
; good sense not to get angry. The most sin
| gular fact of all is, that he adores his young
! wife, who, by the way, makes an excellent
! housekeeper.

Wanted a Printer. — “ Wanted — a
Printer,’’ says a contemporary. Wanted—a
mechanical curiosity, with brain and Gngcrs:
a thing that will set so many tins a day; a
machine that will think and act, but still a
machine; a being who undertakes the most
systematic monotonous drudgery, yet one the
ingenuity of man has never supplanted me
chanically—that’s a printer. A printer! yet
for all his dissipased and reckless habits, a
worker at all times and hours, by day or by
night; “ setting up,” iu close and unwhole
some offices when gay crowds are hurrying
to theatres; later still when the street revel
ers are gone, and the city sleeps, in the fresh
air of the morning; in the broad and gush
ing sunlight, some printing machine is at hist
case, with the eternal click! click!
Click, click! the polished cubes fall into
the “stick;” the mute integers of express
ion are marshaled into line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click, click! and the la
test intelligence becomes old, thought a prin
ciple, the simple idea a living sentiment.
Click, click! from grave to gay Item—a
murder, a bit of scandal, graceful and glow-;
ing thought—are in turn clothed by the mute
and impassive fingers of the nmchinc, and
sent adrift into the sea of thought. He must
not think of the future, nor rccul the past;
he must not think of home, of kindred, of
wife, or of babe. His work lies before him,
and thought is chained to his “copy.”
You know him by his works who read the
papers and are quick at typographical errors
—whose eye may rest on this mute evidence i
of ceaseless toil: correspondents, editors and j i
authors, who scorn the simple medium of 11
your “ fame,” think not that the printer is i
altogether a machine; think not that he is i
indifferent to the gem of which he is but the
setter; think not a subtle ray may not pene
trate the recesses of his heart, or the flowers
he gathers may not leave some of their fra
grance on his toil worn fingers. But when
you seek a friend, companion, adviser, when
you would elevate one who, from sympathy,
may simply represent either or all—when
you want judges, or governors and residents,
0, ye people, advertise: Wanted—a printer

From Nashville union and American.

1860-06-02 · Nashville, Tenn.

ers and the recovery of their valu
able elements for agriculture--I do not doubt that a
good result would follow. Intelligence in union
with capital represents a power in England which
has rendered possible and practicable things of
much greater apparent difficulty. I look forward
with deep concern to the solution of the sewerage
question, for, if this question is decided in Great
Britain without regard to the wants of agriculture
we can scarcely hope for anything better upon the
Continent."
We may safely infer that the sewerage question
is equally important to the American and British
farmer.
WANTEd. A Printer.-"Wanted--a printer," says
cotemporary. Wanted--a mechanical curiosity,
with brain and fingers; a thing that will set so many
ems a day; a machine that will think and act, but
still a machine; a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous drudgery--yet one the
ingenuity of man has never supplanted mechanic
ally;-that's a printer.
A printer; yet for all his dissipated and reckless
habits, a worker--at all times and hours day and
night; setting up in a close and unwholesome office,
when gay crowds are hurrying to the theatres;
later still when the street revelers are gone and the
city sleeps; in the fresh air of the morning, in the
broad and gushing sunlight, some printing machine
is at his case, with its eternal, unvarying click!
click!
Click! click! the polished types fall into the stick;
the mute integers of expression are marshaled into
line, and march forth as immortal print. Click!
and the latest intelligence becomes old, the thought
a principle, the simple idea a living sentiment.
Click! Click! from grave to gay, item after item--a
robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a graceful and
glowing thought, are in turn closed by the mute and
impassive fingers of the machine, and set adrit in
the sea of thought. He must not think of the fu
ture nor recall the past; he must not think of home,
of kindred, of wife, or of babe. His work lies
before him, and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who read the papers
and are quick at typograhical errors; whose eye
may rest on this mute evidence of ceaseless toil;
correspondents, editors and authors, who scorn the
simple medium of your fame, think not that the
printer is altogether a machine. Think not he is in
different to the gem of which he is but the setter
Think not a subtle ray may not penetrate the recess
es of his heart, or the flowers he gathers may
t leave some of their fragrance on his toil worn
fingers. But when you seek friend, companion, ads
viser--when you would clevate one who, for sym
pathy, may represent either or both, when you want
Judges, Governors and Presidents, O,ie people, ad
vertise: "Wanted--a printer.

From Belmont chronicle.

1860-06-07 · St. Clairsville, Ohio

"Wanted a printer," ssys coteinparary.
Wanted -a mechanical curiosity, with brain
and fingers; a thing that will set so many
ems a day; a machine that will think and
act; but still, a machine; a being who un
dertakes the most systematic snd monoton
ous drudgery; yet one the ingeuuity of man
haa never aupulanled, mechanically; that's a
printer. i
A printer! yet for all his dissipated and
reckless habits, s worker, at all times and
hours, by day snd by night; setting up in
close and unwholesome offices, when gsy
crowds are hurrying to theaters; latter still
when atreot revelen are gone and the city
Bleeps; in the fr?ah air of the morning, in
the broad and gushieg sunlight, some print
ing machine is at Us ease, with i;s eternal
unvarying click! click!
Click! click! the poliahed cubes fall into
the stick; the mute integers of the express-
Ion sre marshalled Into line, and march forth
Into immortal print. Click! and the latest
Intelligence becomes old the thought a prin-
cipajtlijiinplt.4.da I ..living sentiment.
Click) click! from grave to gay,' item after
item a murder, a bit of acandal, a graceful
and glowing thought, are in turn clothed by
the mute and impressive fingers of the ins
chine, and sekt adrift in the sea of thought.
mus' not think of the future or recall the
past; he must not think ol home, of kindred
wife, or of btibe. His work lies before
him, and thought is chsined to his copy.
You know him by bis works, who read the
papers, snd are quick at typographical err
ors; whose eye may teat oa this mute evi
dence of careless toil; correspondents, editor,
authors, who scorn the simple medium of
your fame, think not that the printer la al
together a machine. Think not that he ia
indifferent to the gem of whicq he ie but
the setter. Think not a subtle ray msy not
penetrate the recesses of his heart, or the
flowers he gaihers may not leave somo of
their fragrance on his toil worn fingers. But,
when vou seek friend, champion adviser
when you would elevate one who, from sym
psthy, may filly represent eilber or both
when you want judges, governors snd presi
dents, U, ye people, advertise: "Wanted
printer."

From The Potter journal.

1860-06-07 · Coudersport, Pa.

"Wanted—a printer,"—says a cotem-;
porarv. Wanted—a mechanical curios-j
ity, with brains and fingers ; a thing that
will set so many ems a day ; a machine
j chat wili think aud act., buu still a ma
chine ; a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous drudgery;
one the ingenuity of man has never sup
planted, mechanically ; that's a printer.
Apriuter! yet for alibis dissipated
and reckless habits, a worker, at all times
aud hours, by day and by night; setting
jup in close and unwholeseme oflices,
when gay crowds are hurrying to thea
ters ; later still when street revelers are
gone and the city sleeps; in the fresh
air of the morning, in the broad and!
. gushing sun-light, sorno priuting machine -
is at its ease, with its eternal unvarying
click ! click!
Click ! click ! the polished cubes fall!
into the stick; the mute integers of ex
pression are marshalled into line, and
march forth into immortal print. Click!
1 and latest intelligence becomes old, the!
thought a principle, the simple idea a liv
iug sentiment. Click ! click ! from grave
to gay, item after item—a murde.*, a bit;
of seaudul, a graceful and glowing thu't

four csjirrs.

TERHS.-4i.95 PER AMNUM,

arc in (urn clothed by the mute impres
sive fingers of the machine, and sent
adrift in tic sea of thought. lie must
1 not think of home, of kindred, of wife or
of babe. His work lies before him, and
! thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who read
(lie papers, and are quick at typographi
cal errors, whose eve may rest ou ihi.s
mute evidence of careless toil; correspon
dents, editors and authors, who scorn the
simple medium of your fame, think not
that the printer is altogether a machine.
Thiok not that he is indifferent to the
crems of which he is but the setter.—
Think not a subtle ray may not pene
i trate tie recesses of his heart, or the
flowers he gathers not leave some of their
fragrance 011 his toil worn fingers. Hut,
when you seek friend, champion, adviser
—when you would elevate one who. from
sympathy, may fitly represent either or
both—when you want judges,
and presidents, 0, ye people, advertise:
•'Wanted—a printer." And we woul

From The Grand Haven news.

1860-07-04 · Grand Haven, Mich.

nance:44 Wanted a Printer," says n colcmpo
rary. Wanted a mechanical curiosity, '
with brain and fingers; a thing that will
set so many cms a day; a machino that
will act and think, but still n machino; a
being w ho undertakes the most systemat
ic and monotonous drudgery yet ono tho
ingenuity of man has never snpplnnlod,
mechanically; that's ft printer,
44 A Printer! yet for all his 'dissipated
and reckless habits, A worker At all limes
and hours, by day And by night; setting
up in closo and unwholesome offices,
when gay crowds aro hurrying to thea
ters; later still when street revelers nro
gono and tho city slops; in iho broad
and gushing sunlight, somo printing ma
chino is at his case with its eternal, un-;
varying click ! click I click !
4 Click 1 Click 1 .tho poltshcd cubes fall
into tho stick; tho inuto integors express
ion aro marshalled into line and inarch
forth as immortal print. Click! and the
latest intelligence becomes old, and tho't
a principlo, tho simplo idea living senti
ment. Click! click! from grave to gay
item after item a murder, a bit of scan
dal, a graceful and glow ing thought are
in turn clothed by iho mule, impressive
fingers of the machine, And sent Adrift iu
tho sen of thought. Ho must not think
of tho fuluro or recall tho past; ho must
not think of home, of kindred, of wife, or
babe. His work lies beforo him, and his
thought is chained to his copy.
44 You know him by his works, who read
tho papers, and aro quick at typographi
cal errors; whoso eye may rest on this
mulo evidenco of careless toil; corres
pondents, editors and Authors, who scorn
tho simplo medium of your fame, think
not that the printer is altogether A ma
chine. Think not that ho is indlTerent lo
tho gem of which ho is but setter. Think
not a subtlo ray may not penetrate tho
recessos of his heart, or the flowers ho
gal hers may not h avo some of their fra
granco on his toil worn fingers. Hut
when you sevk a friend, companion, ad
viser when you would elevate one who,
from sympathy, may fitly roj resent either
or both when you want judges, govern
ors, and presidents, oh yo people adver
tise. 4 Wanted a hunter.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

"Wanted--a printer," says a cotemporary.
Wanted a mechanical curiosity with brain and fin-
gers; a thing that will set up to many ems a day;
a machine that will think and act, but still a ma
chine; a being who undertakes the most system
atic and monotonous drudgery--yet one the inge
nuity of man has never supplanted mechanically:
that's a printer.

A printer; yet for all his dissipated and reckless

habits, a worker--at all times and hours day and

night; setting up in a close and un

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

Click! click! the polished types fall into the
stick; the mute integers of expression are mar
shalled into line, and march forth as immortal print.

all of the sam

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

ice in the gift of the American people. I recog-

E.R. SROK,
Merchant tavlor, one door west of Hi
clothing stor, Plymouth, Ind.

Clioktand the latect intolligonee teeotee old

eeo o o ee o o o a e ie o oe eae

e o a ie e ie ai e e eee o e e e e e e oee e e a

sentiment. Click click from grave to gay itee eee e e e e e e e e o e a an te a o ea
oe e ee eo ee e e oe e e e e e on te ca a t a o etuary

a graceful and glowing thought, are in tu

by the mute and impassive fingers of the

and set adritt in the sea of thought. Hemustnot oea o Ctoalees

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

not think of home, of kindred of wife or of bae a e ae o o oe e a oan o i eron a taen aon is le e to combat it

His work lies before him, and his thought is chaneda o e o ee an o e o waan om the Maryand and Ofice,

to his copyo o
You know him by his works, who read the paaneae tan e o e o
pers and are quick at togahical eror woe o o o ain aa o
eye may rest on this mute evidence of ceaselessany kind of trade.
toil; correspondents, editors and authors who oea in o ta ee

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

scorn the simple medium of your fame, think not

that the printer is altogether a machine. Think
not he is indifferent to the gem of which he is but
aee oe eee oeee o o ee e e e o oe

the setter. Think not a subtle a ma not en e oo o o a o to a
tate the ecee o i ear o te oe ee a a a ae i o a i i
gathers may not leave some of their fragrance onpreserver

his toil worn fingers. But when you seek frien oee ea e

From The register.

1860-11-22 · Monroe, La.

Wante^-s Printer.
" Wanted—a printer," aaya a cotemporary.
Wanted—a mechanical curiosity, with a brain
and lingers—a thing that will set so many type
day—a machine that will think and act, but
still a m ichine—a being Who undertakes the
systematic and monotonous drudgery, yet one
the lngenaity of man has never supplanted
mechanically—that's a printer.
A printer—yet for all bis sometimes dissipa
ted and reckless habits—a worker, at all times
and hours, day and night; sitting up in a
close and unwholesome office, when gay crowds
are harrying to tho theaters—lator atiii when
the street revelers are gone and the city sJeepi
—In fresh air of tho morning—in the broad
and gushing sunlight—some printing machine
Is at bis case, with its eternal, unvarying click I
click I
Click I click! the polished types fall into the
stick ; tbewnute integers of expression arc
tnamhalcd Into liue, and march forth as iminur
tal print. Click i and tho latest intelligence
becomes old—the thought a principle—thesiiu-.
pic idea a living sentiment. Click I click !
from grave'to gay, item after item—a robbery,
a number, a bit of scandal, a graceful and
glowing thought—are in turn closed by the
muto aud Impressive Angers of the machine,
and set adrift In the tea of thought. He muni
not think of the future nor recall the past
must not thtok of home, of kindred, of wife or
ôrbabc —his woik lies before him, and thought
ischainedto bis copy,
You know him liy his work, who read the
papers and are quick at typogaphicul errors—
whose eye may rest on these mute evidences
of ceaeeleas toil ; corespondents, editors, and
authors, who acorn the simple medium of your
fame, think not that the printer is altogether
a machine—think not he is Indifferent to the
gem of which he Is but the setter—a subtile
ray nay penetrate the rcccscs of his brain,
or the flowers be gathers may not leave some
of their fragrance npoa his toil-worn Angers.
But when you seek a friend companion adviser
—when you woold elevate one who for sym
pathy, may represent either or both—when you
want Judges, LegUlaton, Governor., and Presi
dents—O, ye people, aiisrtlie ; "Wanted—
a printer.

From The River Falls journal.

1860-11-28 · River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.

WAXTfc Li A PHIXTKK.
“Wanted—a printer," fay* a cvteni*
>»orary. Wanted—a mechanical <ur.wsity
with a brain and fiageis—a thing tint
will set so many typo a day—a machine
that will think and act,but stiil a machine
—a being who undertakes the most sys
tematic and monotonous drudgery. y> t
one the ingenuity of man Las inner
supplantcd mechanically-- that’s a prin
ter.
A printer—v»t feral his sometimes'
dissipated and reckless habits—a worker,
at all times and hours, day and night;'
sitting up in a close and unwholesome
office, when gay crowds are hurrying t<»
to the theatres—later still*, when the
streete revelers are gone and the city
sle. ps—in the fresh air of the mornti g
—in the broad and gushing sunlight—
some printing machine is at his case with
its eternal, unvarying click I click!
Click ! click the polished types fall info
tl e stick: the mute integers of expression
are marshaled into line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click.' and the latest
intelligence becomes old the tlidbght a
principle—the simple idea a living senti
ment. Click! click! from grave to gayr
item after item—a robbery, a murder, a
bit of scandal, a graceful ami glowing
thought—are in turn closed by the mute
and impressive fingers of the machine,
and set adrift in the sen of thought. He
must not think of the future nor recall
the past—must not think of home, of
kindred, of wife or of babe—his work
lies before bun, and thought is chained
to Lis copy.
You know him by his works, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors—whose eye may rest on these
mute evidences, careless correspondents,’
editors, and authors, who seornilis sim
ple medium of your fame, think not that
the printer is altogether a machine—
think not he is indifferent to the g* tn
of which hs is but the setter—a subtile
ray may penetrate the recesses of Jr#
brain, or the flowers he gathers may
leave some of their fragrance upon hi*
toil-worn finger?. But when you seek a
tr end, companion, adviser—vyhen you
would elevate one vvlip, for sympathy,
may represent either or both—when you
want Judges, Legislator*, Governor*.aid
Presidents—O. people, advertise:
“Wanted—a printer.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

are marshalled into line, and march forth

as immortal print. Click! and the latest
inteligence becomes old--the thought a
principle--the simple idea a living senti
ment. Click! elick! from grave to gay,
item after item- a robbery, a murder, a bit
of scandal, a graceful and glowing thought

-are in turn closed by the mute and ex-

be

taken to next stated term of the Circuit

Court; secures trial by jury; eajoins a pen
alty of one thousand dollars and imprisor
ment for not more than five nor less than
one year on all who "falsely and malici-

think of the future, nor re-call the past-

must not think of home, of kindred, or of
wife, or of babe--his work lies hefored im,
and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors,whose eve may rest on the mute

onely represent any free person to be aevidences of ceseles to corresponent
slave; identity of alleged fugitive slave to editors, and authors who scorn the simple
be proved by two credible witheses noe o o oe te o ta te

deposition to de received in evidence. It
is also provided that
"No judgment recovered against any

a oe eee ee e o e ee e e ee ee

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

Printer is altogether a mere machine
think not that he is indifferent to the gem
of which the is but the setter- a subtle ray
may penetrate the recesses of his brain, or
he flowers he gathers may not leave some
of their fragrance upon his toil worn fingers.
But when you seek a friend, companion

This State by her legislation forbids the 0 or any of the povision thero shaladviserwhen you would elevate either o

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

vers other, favecet

fahE above named mill, six miles south of
aeeeeeo o eeo

large joint comitte cooe of eino e e
members of the two Houses of the Legisa oe o ti

lature. It appened some what singularly

that, although the Republicans were the

dommnant party, politically

and for contributing all in his power to

remove our actual and impending calami
ties. IAMEs BUChAnan,
Washington, Dec., 14, 1830.

that ever asked him to turn ont again.

If this was the first frnits of a change, he
would lik to know what the end was going
to be? He like thousands of others, begin
to see his errror.

Wanted A Printer.

"Wanted--a Printer," says a cotempor
ary. Wanted--a mechanical curiosity,

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

will think and act, but still a ma

chine--a being who undertakes the most

systematic drudgery, yet one the ingenuity an iin o i o

From Randolph County journal.

1861-01-17 · Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.

. They landed at Hull or Yarmouth long
before the Government had the most remote idea
of the prisoner's whereabouts.
Coming to this country in 1851, he registered
himself as a law student at Philadelphia, and so
journed there for a number of years, occupying
his time, almost exclusively, with the study of
this country, its material and social condition,
its history, its institutions, and its future. In
1854 he removed to Watertown, Wisconsin, and
entered on the practice of the law in muwaunee.
eeeeo oeo oeoo
myself," said the patient. "Well," said he, "it
is open to that objection.

NO).
e oe
Wanted-A Printer.
"Wanted--a printer," says a cotemporary,
Wanted--a mechanical curiosity, with a brain
and fingers--a thing that will set so many type a
day--a machiue that will think and act, but still
ing to the theaters--later still, when the street
revelers are gone and the city sleeps--in the
fresh air of the morning--in the broad and gush
g sunlight--some printing machine is at his
case, with his eternal, unvarying click! click!
Click! elick! the polished types fall lato the
the mute integers of expression are mar
thaled into line, and march forth as immortal
print. Click! and the latest intelligence becomes
the thought a principle--the simple idea a
iving sentiment. Click! click! from grave to
o gay, item after item--a robbery, a murder, a
bit of scandal, a graceful and glowing thought
are in turn closed by the mute and impressive
fingers of the machine, aad set adrift in the sea
of thought. He must not think of the future,
nor recall the past--must not think of home, of
kindred, of wife or of babe--his work lies before
him, and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who read the pa
pers, and are quick at typographical errors
whose eve may rest on theso mute evidences of
ceaseless toil; correspondents, editors, and au
thors, who scorn the simple medium of your
fame, think not that the printer is altogether a
machine; think not he is indifferent to the gem
of which he is but the setter; a subtle ray may
penetrate the recesses of his brain, or the flow
ers he gathers may not leave some of their fra
grance upon his toil-worn fingers. But when
you seek a friend, companion, adviser--when
you would elevate one who, for sympathy, may
represent either or both--when you want Judges,
Legislators, Governors, and Presidents. Oh, ye
people, advertise: "Wanted--a printer.

From The Lambertville press.

1861-02-27 · Lambertville, N.J.

was eight o’clock when
he went in, I calkilated on beiu in
Paridise about half an hour arter, but
there I sot and sot until I heern the
clock strike nine, then 1 hed to get
up and stomp and thrash my hands to
keep from freezin.
Ten o’clock, then eleven o’clock and
still no Mose ! At last, just about
midnight, when I got to be leetle bet
ler’n a froze later, out he comes. I
rushed up to him, and with a shaken
voice, “ Mo-Mo-Mose,” says I, wl at
dus she sa-a-ay ?”
“ Dau’l,” says he, “ pon my soul, I
forgot to ax her 1”
Just six weeks arter, Mose and Lid
dy, which was twain, was made one
fiesh.
Wanted—A Printer.
“ Wanted—a printer,” says a con
temporary Wanted—a mechanical
curiosity, with a brain and fingers—a
thing that will set so many type a
day—a machine that will think and
act, but still a machine—a being who
undertakes the most systematic and
monotonous drudgery, yet one t.hc in
genuity of man has never supplanted
mechanically—that’s a printer.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits—a wor
ker at all times un i hours, day and
night; sitting up in a close and un
wholesome office, when the gay crowds
arc hurrying to the theater—later still
when the street revelers are gone and
the city sleeps—in the fresh air of the
morning—in the broad and burning
sunlight—some printing machine is at
his case, with its eternal, unvarying
click ! click !
Click ! click ! tho polished type fall
into the stick ; the mute integers of
expression are marshland into line, and
march forth as immortal print. Click !
and the latest intelligence become old
the (nought a principle—the simple
idea a living sentimeut. Click ! click !
from grave to gay, item after item—a
robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a
graceful and glowing thought—are in
turn closed by the mute and impres
sive fingers of the machine, and set
adrift in the sea of thought. He must
not think of the future, nor recall tho
past—must not think of home, no kin
drjd, or wife or babe—his work lies
before him, and thought is chained to
his conv.

You know him by his works, who
read the papers and are quick at typo
graphical errors—whose eye may rest
on these rante evidences of cesaeless
toil ; correspondents, editors and au
thors, who scorn the simple medium of
your fame, think not that the printer
.s altogether a machine—think not
that he is indififerei t to the gem of
which he is but the setter—a subtle
ray may penetrate the recesses of his
brain, or the flowers he gathers may
not leave some fragrance upon his toil
worn Angers. But when you seek a
friend, companion, adviser—when you
would elevate one who, for sympathy,
may represent either or both, when
you want Judges, Legislators, Gover
nors and Presidents—O, ye people,
advertise : “ Wanted—a printer.

From The daily dispatch.

1861-03-05 · Richmond [Va.]

WANTEd. A Prineee. Wanted-a priu.
ter," says a contemporary. Wanted--a me
chanical curlosity, with a brain and fingers
a thing that will set so many type a day,a
machtae that will think and act, but stilt
machine--a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous drudgery, yet one
the ingendity of man has never supplanted
mechanically--that's a printer.
A printer-yet for all his sometimes dissi
pated and reckless habits--a worker, at all
times and hours, day and night; sitting up
in a close and unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are hurrying to the theatres--later
still, when the street revelers are goneand the
city sleeps--in the fresh air of the morning
in the broad and gushing sunlight--some
printing machine is at his case, with its eter.
nal, unvarying click click
Click! click? the polished types tall in to the
stick; the mute intogecs of expression are
marshaled into line, and march forth as im
mortal print. Click! and the latest intelli
gence becomes oldthe thought a principle
the simple idea a living sentiment. Click?
click! from grave to gay, item after item--
robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a graceful
and glowing thought--are in turn closed by
the mute and impressive fingers of the ma
chine, and set adrift in the sea of though
He must not think of the future, nor recall
the past; must not think of home, of kindred, of
wife or babe--his work lies before him, and
thought is chained to his copy
You know him by his works, who read the
papers and are quick at typographical errors
whose eye may rest on these mute evidences
of ceascless toil; correspondents, editors and
authors, who scorn the simple medium of
your fame, think not that the printer is alto
gether a machine--think not that he is indif
ferent to the gem of which he is but the setter
a subtle ray may penetrate the recesses of
his brain, or the flowers he gathers mty not
leave some of their fragrance upon his toil
worn fingers. But when you seek a friend
comp anion, adviser--when you would elevat
one who, for sympathy, may represent either
or both--when you want Judges, Legislators
Governors and Presidents-O, ye people, ad
vertise: "Wanted--a printer.

Miscellaneous

From Warrenton flag of '98.

1861-03-14 · Warrenton, Va.

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From New Orleans daily crescent.

1862-05-09 · [New Orleans, La.]

WANEd- A Printer."Wanted--a printer3
says a cotemporary. Wanted--a mechanical cu
riosity, with a brain and fingers--a thing that will
set so many type a day--a machine that will think
and act, but still a machine--a being who under
takes the most systematic and monotonous
drudgery, yet one the ingennity of man has never
sunplanted mechanically--that's a printer.
A printer,-yet for all his sometimes dissipated
and reckless habits,-a worker, at all times and
hours, day and night; sitting up in a close and un
whole some office, when gay crowds are hurrying
to the theaters--later still, when the street revelert
are gone and the city sleeps-in the fresh air of
the morning--in the broad and gushing sunlight
some printing machine is at his case, with its
eternal, unvarying click! click!
Click! click! the polished types fall into the
k; the mute integers of expression are mar
shaled into line, and march forth as immortal
print. Click! and the latest intelligence becomes
old--the thought a principle--the simple idea a
living sentiment. Click! click! from grave to
gay, item after item--a robbery, a murder, a bit of
scandal, a graceful and glowing thought--are in
turn closed by the mute and impressive fingers of
the machine, and set adrift in the sea of thought.
e must not think of the future, nor recall the
past--must not think of home, of kindred, of wife
or of habe--his work lies before him, and thought
is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who read the papers
and are quick at typographical errors--whose eye
may rest on these mute evidences of ceaseless
toil; correspondents, editors and authors, who
scorn the simple medium of your fame, think not
that the printer is altogether a machine--think not
he is indifferent to the gem of which he is but the
setter--a subtile ray may penetrate the recesses
of his brain, or the flowers he gathers may not
leave some of their fragrance upon his toil-worn
fingers. But when you seek a friend, companion,
adviser- when you would elevate one who, for
sympathy, may represent either or both--when
you want Judges, Legislators, Governors and Pres.
idents- O, ye people, advertise: "Wanted-a
nEintar

Literary Extracts.

From North Wales Chronicle

1862-06-21 · Bangor, Wales

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Literary Extracts.

From North Wales Chronicle

1862-06-21 · Bangor, Wales

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Wilmington journal.

1864-06-30 · Wilmington, N.C.

that of
former years. We took a stroll ia the country a few days
ago, and everything looked very encouraging. We
could almost see the corn grow, aud ot vegetables cur
farmers have a superabundance. The wheat crop ha3
been extraordinarily good. Irish potatoes Lave been in
tho market for some lime, and promise a !agjie:d,
and the sweet potato crop also looks well. Oar friends
in the northern portion .of the State will not euffer tor
bread if the vandals can bs driven from their homes.
We ol "Egypt" will supply all their wants in the eat
ing line if the coaas ia kept clears Albany Ga.)Patriot,

Wanted A. Printer.
" Wanted a printer," says a cotemporary. Want
eda mechanical curiosity, with a brain and fingers
a thing that wili set eo many type a day a machine
that will thiijk and act, but still a machine a being
who undertakes the most systematic and monotonous

drudgery, yet one the icgecuity of marhas never tup-
pian'ea mecnauicaliy that's a printer.
A printer yet for all hia Fometimes dissipated and
reckltES habits a worker, at all timis and hours, day
ard Light; sitting up in a close and unwholesome
(ffiee, when gay crowds are harryicg to the theatres
later still, when tbe s'rett revelers are gone and the city
s'et-pa in tho ficsh air of morning in the broad and
gushing sunlight tome priatig machine ia at his case,
with its eternal, un- arying click 1 click !
Click ! elkk ! ti e polished types fall into the stick ;
the rriuit inbgtrs t:f txprcfsion are iaa;6ba':ltd ioto line,
ard iBorch forih is imny rtrd print. CJie'i ! and the
Jut. st in-fcliiget-ce bee ns IJ the thought a priccipl-1
tl e simple iJ-u a livicg s :n timer. t Click ! click !
trom grave to pay, i.tm afar item a robbery, a ccur
itr, a hit of Fcaon', jvract-fnl an 1 .losing tcouzht
ire in la u clos-jd by tho mute aLd imprtssive fingers
ot thcK-ichice, ant. Ret adrift ia the s a of thought.
lie nin

From The Camden daily journal.

1864-08-06 · Camden, S.C.

, SATURDAY, AWUST 6, "i^ekV" iroTii'
, i i
uk?<?v i i iwniwiiwymp^u^utfuxim'jt^mfi n i w^ij'.ii..mii.<wiwiiga?n?

-By 33, . x>, HOCQTT.
Terms of Subscription.
Daily paper per month - $3.00 j
" " for Six Months - - $15.00
Weekly, - - - - $5.00
Rates for Advertising:
. For one Square ? twelve lines or loss ?T\T 0
DOLLARS and FIFTY CENTS tor the. first insertion,
and TWO DOLLARS for each subseqeunt.
Obituary NcJticbs, exceeding one square, charged
at advertising rates. >
Transient Advertisements and Job Wont MUST HE
FAID FOR IN ADVANCE.
No deduction made, except to our regular advertis
II I **'
Wanted?A Printer.
"Wanted?a printer,'1 says a cotemporary.
Wanted?a mechanical j

guriosity, with a brain and fingers^?
A thing that wilbset so many tjrpe a
day?a machine that will think and
~ act, but still a machine?a being who
undertakes the most systematic and
fijdnotonous drudgery, yet one the
ingenuity of man has never supplanted
mechanically?that's a prin*
ter.
A printer?.yet for all his, sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits
. ?a worker, at all times and hours,
day and night; sitting up in a close
and unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are hiyrying" to the theatres
?later still, when the street revelers
are gone and the city sleeps?in the

fresh'air of morning?in the broad
' and gushing sunlight?some printing
machine is at his case with its eternal
unvarying click! click !
Click! click ! the polished types
fall into the stick; the mute integers
of expression are marshaled int*> line,
and march forth as immortal print.
11 1 - *

uuck ! and the latent, intelligence? |
the simple idea a living sentiment.?
Click! click! from grave to gay,
it^m after item?a robbery, a murder,
a bit of sckndal, a graceful and globing
thought?are in turn closed by
the mute and impressive finger?, ^f j
the machine, and set'adrift in the sea i
of thought*. He must npt think of
the future, nor recalljthe past?must
not think of home, of kindred, of wife
or babe?his work lies' before him,
and thought is< chained to his copy.
You know him bv wav1/o i?!>^

J " .rvilVO .111-7
read the papers and are quick at typographical
errors, whose eye may
rest on the mute evidences of ceaseless
toil; correspondents,"editors and
authors, who scorn .the simple medium
of.your fame, think not the printer
is altogether a '.machine?think
not that he is indifferent to the gem
of which he is but the setter?:a suBtie
ray may penetrate the recesses of
his brain, or the flowers he gathers

may not leave some of their fragrance!
upon his toil-worn fingers. But when
yoti see a friend, companion, adviser
?when you would elevate one who,
for sympathyj may represent either or
froth?-when you want Judgee, Legi
slat Or s, Governors ahd Presidents?
O, ye people, advertise: "Wanted?
a printer.

From Semi-weekly standard.

1864-11-01 · Raleigh, N.C.

WANTED A PRINTER.
" Wan re J a printer,'' says a cotewpo-;
rary. Wanted a mechanical -curiosity
with a brain and fingers a thing that will
set so many typo a day a machine that
will think and act, but still a machino a
being who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery, yet one the in
genuity of man has never supplanted me
chanically that's a printer.
A printer yet for all his sometimes dis
sipated and reckless habits a worker, at
all tinie,3 and hours, day and night, sitting
up in a close and unwholesome office, when
gay crowds are hurrying to the theatres
later still, when the street revelers are
gone and the city sleeps in the fresh air
of morning in the broad and gushing
sunlight some printiug machine is at his
case with its eternal unwavering click!
click 1
Click I click! the polished types fall in
to the stick; the mute integers of expres
sion are marshalled into line, and march
forth as immortal print. Click! aud the
latest " intelligence becomes old the
thought a sentiment the idea of living
seutiment. Click! click! from grave to
gay, item after item a robbery, a mur
der, a bit of scandal, a disgraceful ahd
glowin; thought are in turn closed by
the mute and impressive fingers of the
machine, and set adrift in the sea of
thought. He must not think of future,
nor recall the past must not think of
home, of kindred, of wife or babe his
work lies before him, and thought is j
chained to his copy. '
Yon know him by his works, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
.errors, whose eye may rest on these mute
e yidences of ceaseless toil ; correspondents,
edi'tors and authors, who scorn the simple
mecmni of jour fame, think not the prin
ter is altogether a machine think not that
he is indifferent to the gem of which ho
is but the setter a subtle ray may pene
trate th e recesses of his brain, or the flow
ers he gathers may leave some of their
fragrance upon his toil-worn fingers. But
when you sOck a friend, companion, advi
ser when yon: would elevate one who, for
sympathy, may represent either or both
when you want Judges, Legislators, Gov
ernors and Presidents O, ye people, ad
vertise : " Wanto d a printer."

From Weekly standard.

1864-11-02 · Raleigh, N.C.

s of copper are not
without danger in inexperienred hands.
iiime oesides is, as we see. certain in its
TV a w 4 ...
effects, and it is easy to add to the destruc
tive action which it exerts upon the germs
of rust and smut bv the addition of a pe
cuniarily inappreciable quantity of salt
We, therefore, think it our duty to recom
mend the use of lime in preference to eve
ry otner substance.
rihese articles are translated from the
"Maison Rustiqne dn XIX Siecle," (the
country House ot the .Nineteenth Centu
ry,) and these particularly were written
.by Messrs. Oscar LeClerc Thouin and Vil-
monn. O.
WANTED A PRINTER.
Wanted a printer, says a cotempo
rary. vyapted a mechanical curiosity
with a brain and fingers a thing that will
sot so many typo a day -a machine that
will think and act, but stilra machine a
being who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery, yet one the in
genuity of man has never supplanted me
chanically that s a printer,
A printer yet for all his sometimes dis
sipated and reckless habits a worker, at
all times and hours, day and night, sitting
up in a close and unwholesome otiice, when
gay crowds are hurrying to the theatres
later still, when the street revelers are
gone and the city sleeps in the fresh air
ot morning in the broad and gushin
sunlight some printing machine is at his
case with its eternal unwavering click!
click!
Click! click! the polished types fall in-
to tne suck; the mute integers ot expres
sion are marshalled into line, and march
forth as immortal print. Ulick! and the
latest intelligence becomes old the
thought a sentiment tho idea of living
sentiment. uiicKl click I irom grave to
gay, item after item a robbery, a mur
der, a bit ot scandal, - a. disgraceful and
glowing thought are in tarn closed by
the mute and impressive fingers of the
machine, and set adrift in the - sea of
thought. -He must , not think of future,
nor recall the past must not think of
home, of kindred, of wife or babe his
worK jies oeiore mm, ana thought is
ehained to his copy.
Ion know him by his works, who read
the papers, and are quick at typographical
errors, whose eye may rest on these mute
evidences of ceaseless toil ; correspondents,
editors and authors, who scorn the simple
medium or your iarae, mins not the prin
ter is altogether a machine think not that
he is indifferent to the gem of which lie
is but the setter a subtle ray may pene
trate the recesses of his brain, or the flow
ers he gathers may leave some of their
fragrance upon his toil-worn fingers.; But
when you seek a friend, companion, advi
ser when yon would elevate one who, for
sympathy, mar represent either or both
wnen ypn want J udges, Legislatorsi Gov-
ernore and .Presidents Q, ye people,
y9Pti8e : Wanted-a priaterX

From The Jeffersonian.

1865-09-14 · Stroudsburg, Pa.

The "sold" laughed a little; but
Waggs came rather near a good thrash
ing."Stuttering Ben," who was toasting
his shius, observing that the oil merchant
was cheating a customer in some oil, call
ed out to him, "Jim, I can t-tcll you how
t-to s-sell t-twice as much oil as you d-do
now." Well, how ?" groaned Jim. "F
fill your measure."
Want to see Grant mighty bad do you?"
said a blue coated veteran to the people
who were crowding to the depot the oth
er morning to get a squint at the famous
general. "W-a-ll, why in thunder didn't
you conie down to the lront when he want
ed to see you, hey ?"

Wanted a Printer.
Wanted a printer, says a cotemporary,

Wanted a mechanical curiosity, with a

brain and fingers a thing that will set so were takiug a bank robber named Ro
many type a day a machine that will'rubachcr, to Butler, Centre, to give e'vl
think and act, but still a machine a be-' dence in the case against Pollard for th

From The Jeffersonian.

1865-09-14 · Stroudsburg, Pa.

ing who undertakes the most systematic .same offence. Hero is what hapneaed to'

and monotomous drudgers, yet one that
the ingenuity of man has never supplan
ted mechanically that's a printer.
A printer, yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits, a worker,
at all times and hours, day aud night,
ting up in a .close and unwhoh
lolesorae of-1
hurrying to
fVin lliinfpno lofAi. ofill wrlirtn flia otrnnf '

revelers are gone and the city sleeps, in revolver, then, and try your hand at thosa
the fresh air of the morning, in the board : ducks." llorubacher took the weapon,
and gushing sunlight, some printer is at j jumped out of tho little wagon, and swl
his case, with his eternal and unvarying, vaucing towards tho ducks for about teS

click ! click !
Click ! Click ! the polished types fall
into the stick ; the mute integers are mar
shaled into line, and march forth as
immortal print. Click! and the latest j
intelligence becomes old ; thought a prin-
ciple ; simple idea a living sentiment.
Click ! Click ! from grave to gay of scan
dal, a graceful and glowing sentiment
are in turn close by the mute and im
pressive fingers of the machine, and set
adrift in the sea of thought. He must
not think of the future, nor recall the
past ; must not think of home, of kind
red, wife, nor of baby, his work lies be
fore him, and thought is chained to his
copy.
You know him by his works, as your
eyes rest upon those mute evidences of
his ceaseless toil. Correspondents au
thors and advisers, who scorn the simple
medium of your fame, think not that he
is iudiffcrent to the gem of which he is
but the setter ; a subtle ray may penetrate
the recesses of his brain, or the flowers
he gathers may not leavo some of the fra
grance upon his toil worn fingers. But
when you seek a friend, companion, ad
viser when you want Judges, Legisla
tors, Governors and Presidents 0, ye
people advertise :
"Wanted A Printer.

From The weekly union record.

1865-12-09 · Oroville, Calif.

fitful fashion, without
a moment's premonition, which renders
any attempt to navigate its waters un
pleasant if not hazardous. Near the
southern extremity of the lake are the
remains of three very remarkable vol
canoes. These three cone shaped peaks
rise to the bight of fifteen hundred feet,
presenting craters of great and variable
depth, from which there once belched
forth vast volumes of molten lava.
Their side#, from summit to base, are
even now covered with vast accumula
tions (if debris, and offer a most inviting
field to the curiou# and intelligent trav
elers.— Ru'se River Rereilie.
Wanted—A Printer.—“ Wanted
—a printer,*” says a cotemporary.
W anted, a mechanical curiosity, with
a brain and finders—a thins: that will
o c
set so many type a day—a machine
that will think and act, but still a ma
chine—a being who undertakes the
most systematic and monotonous drud
gory, yet one the ingenuity of man has
never supplanted menchanically—that'#
a printer.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habit#—a hard
worker, at all times and hours, day
and night; sitting up in a close and
unwholesome office, when gay crowds
are hurrying to the theaters—later still,
when revelers are gone and the city
deep#—in the fresh air of the morning
—in the bright and gashing sunlight
—some printing machine is at his case,
with his eternal, unvarying click I click !
Click ! click ! the polished types fall
into the stick; the mute integer# of ex
pression are marshalled into line, and
march forth as immortal print. Click!
and the latest intelligence becomes old
—the thought a principle—the idea a
living sentiment. Click ! click ! from
crave to gav. item after item—a rob
berv. a murder, a bit of scandal, a
graceful and glowing thought—are in
turn closed by the mute and impres
sive fincer# of the machine, and set
adrift in the sea of thought. He must
not think of the future, not recall the

past—must not think of homo, of kin
dred. of a wife or babe—Lis work is be
fore him. and thought is chained to Li?
copy.
You know him by Lis work.-, who
read the papers and are (]uick at typo
graphical errors—whose eye may rest
on the mute evidences of ceaseless toil;
correspondents, editors and authors,
who scorn the simple medium of your
fame, think not that the printer is al
together a machine—think not he is
indifferent to the gtm of which he is
but the setter—a subtle ray may pen
etrate the recesses of hi,- brain, of the
flowers he gathers some may leave
their fragrance upon his toil worn fin
gers. Rut when you seek a friend,
companion, adviser—when you would
elevate one who for simpatby may
represent either or both—when you
want judges, legislators, governors and
president?—O, ye people, advertise:
“Wanted—a printer.”

From Abbeville press.

1866-01-26 · Abbeville, S.C.

WaRrEd- A PNIwrea. "Wanted-a
printer," says a cotemporary. Wanted--a
mechanical curiosity, with brain and fine
gers-a thing that will sot so many type a
day--a machine that will think and act,
but still a machine--a being who under-
takes the mbst systematic and monotonons
drudgery, yet one the ingenuity of man
has never supplanted mechanically,-that's
a printer.
A printer,-yet for all his sometimes dise
sipated and rockless habits--a worker, at
all times and hours, day and night; setting

up in a close and unwholesome office, when
gay crowds are hurrying to the theatres-
later still, when the street revelers are gone
and the city sleeps--in the fresh air of the
moraing-in the brond and gushing au
printing machine is at his
case, with his eternal, unvarying click!
click!
Oel sliek! the pollshe trpes fal in
the stick; the mute interpreters of ex-
pression are marshaled into line, and march
forth as immortal print. Click! and the
latest intelligence becomes old, the thought
a principle--the idea a living sentiment.
Click! olickl from grave to gay, item afe
es a an a e

ter item-a robbery, a murder, a bit of
scandal, a graceful and glowing thought-
ire in turn closed by the mute and ime
pressive fingers of the machine, and set
adrift in the sea of thought. He must not
think of the future, nor recall the past,-
must not think of home, of kindred, of
wife, or of babe,-his work lies before him,
and thought is changed to his copy.
You know him by his work, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors- whose eyes may rest on these mute
evidences of ceaseless toil; correspondents,

editors and authors, who scorn the simple
medium of your fame, think not that the
printer is altogether a machine-think not
he is indifferent to the gem of which he is
but the setter--a subtle ray may penstrate
the recesses of his brain; of the flowers he
gathers, some may leave their fragrance
upon his toll-worn fingers. But when you
ieek a friend, companion, adviser--when
you would elevate one who for sympathy
may represent either or both--when you
want judges, legislators, governors and
presidents-O, ye people, advertise;
"Wanted--a printer."

From The tri-weekly news.

1866-02-15 · Winnsboro, S.C.

A printer,"snys a cotemporary.
Wanted- A mechanical curiosity, with
brain and fingers-a thing that will set
so many tyno ae slaysa machine that
will think and act, but still a machine-
a being who undertakes the most ayer
tematic and monotonous drudgery, yet
one the ingenuity of man has never sup
planted mechaincally, that's a prine
ter.
A printer, yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits-a work
er, at all times and hours day and nighi,
setting up in a close and unwholesome
office, when gay crowds are hurrying to
the theatres--late Sill, when the street
revelers are gone and the city sleeps.
in the fresh air of the morning--m the
broad and gushing sablight--some printe
ing machine is at his case, with his
eternal, unvarying cfick I click!
flick! click! the polished types fall
into the stick; the mute interpreters of
expression are marshalled into line, and
march forth as immortal print. Click!
and the latestrintelligence beoomes old,
the thought a principle--the idea a hy.
ing sentiment. Click ! click I from
grave to gay, item after item,-a robbe
ry, a murder, a bit of scandal, a grace.
ful and glowing thought--are in turn
closed by the mute and impressive fingers
of the machine, and set adrift in the sea of
thought. He must not think of the fue
ture nor recall the past---must not
think of home, of kindred, of wife, or of
babe--his work lies before him, and
thought is changed to his copy. I
You know him by his work who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors, whose eyes may rest on these niule
evidences of ceaseless toil; correspond
ents, editors and authors, who scorn the
simple medium of your fame, think not
that the printer is altogether a machine
think not he is indifferent to the gem
of which is he but the setter,-a substle
may leave theiriragh
leave their fragfance uporr at his
worn fingers. But when you seck a
friend, companion, adviser,-when
would elevate one who for sympathy
may represent either or both--when
you want judges, legislators, governors
and presidents? ye people, adver
tise. "Wanted,a printer

Wanted—A Printer

From Salt Lake daily telegraph.

1866-02-18 · Great Salt Lake City, Utah

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Wanted—A Printer

From The Semi-weekly telegraph.

1866-02-22 · Great Salt Lake City, Utah

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From The Bolivar bulletin.

1866-02-24 · Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.

"Wanted A Printer.
"Wanted a printer," says on exchange
Wanted a mechanical curiosity, with brain
and fingers a thing that will set so many
type a day a machine that will think and
act, but still a machine a being who under
takes the most systematic and' monotonous
drudgery, ret one the ingenuity cf man has
neycr supplanted mechanically that's a
printer.
A printer yet for all his sometimes dissi
pated and reckless habits a worker at all
times and hours, day and night ; setting up
in a close and unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are hurrying to' the theatres later
still, when the sweet revelers arc gone and
the city sleeps in the fresh air of the morn
ing in the broad gushing sunlight some
printing machine is nt his case, .with his
eternal, unvarying click ! click !
"Click! click! the polished types fall
into the stick : the mute interpreters of ex
pression are marshaled into line, and march
forth as immortal print Click and the
latest intelligence becomes old the thought
a principle the idea a living sentiment
Click ! click ! from grave to gay,, item after
item a robbery t a'murder, a bit of" scandel,
a graceful and glowing thought-arc in turn
closed by tho muto and impressive lingers of
the machine, and set adrift in the se-a of
thought He must not think of the! future,
nor recall the past must not thirikof homa,
of kindred, of wife, or of babe his work
lies before him, and thought is chained.- to
his copy. . .
" You know him by his work, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors whose eyes may rest on these - mute
evidences of ceaseless toil, correspondents,
editors and authors, who scorn the simple
medium of your fame, think not that the
printer is altogether a machine think not
he is indifferent to the gem of which he is
but the setter- a subtle ray may penetrate
the recesses of his brain ; of the flowers he
gathers, some may leave their fragrance
upon his toil-worn Sneers. But when you
seek a friend, companion, adviser when
you would elevate one who for sympathy
may represent cither or both when you
want judges, legislators, governors and pres
idents O, ye people, aJv.ertise ; ' Wanted
a printer.' "

From Clarksville weekly chronicle.

1866-03-09 · Clarksville, Tenn.

tQJ"'" Wanted a printer," says a rotemporary.
Warned a mechanical curiosity, with brain and
fingers a thing that ill sot io many type a day
a machine lhat will think and art, but still a ma
chine a being who undertakes the mott systematio
nnd monotonous drudgery, yet one the Ingenuity
of man has never supplanted mechanically tbatt
i printer.
A printer yet for all his sometimes dissipated
and reckless habits worker at all times and
hours, day and night ; setting up in a close and un
wholesome office, when gay crowds aro hurrying
to the theatres later still, when the street revelers
are gone and the e ty sleeps iu Ihe fresh air of
the morning in the broad and gudiing sunlight
tome printing in icbine is at bis case, with hit
eternal click I li k I
' Click! click I ihe polished types fall into the
stick; Ihe mute interpreters of expression are mat
dialed into line, and march forth ai immortal print.
Click and the latest intelligence b -couies old tha
thought a principle the idea living sentiment.
Click I click! from gr.ve to gay, item alter item
a robbery, a minder, a bit of sciiiidil, a graceful
nnd glowing thought are in turn ili'S-d by the
mute and impressive fingers f the ui n hiun, aud
et adrift in the sea of iIioukIH. He mu't not
hink of the future, nor recall Ihe past must not
think of home; of kindred, of wile, or of huhe
his work lies before biiu, and thought is changed to
his copy.
"oi know him by his work, who read tha
papers nnd are quirk at t)ogriiphiutlerrors-a-bnse
eyes may rct on these inula evidences of
ofeeuseli ss toil, correspondents, editor and authors,
who Hoin the simple medium ol' your fame, think
not that the printer Is altogether a in. r line think
ot he is indifferent to the gem uf which ha'
it but tke seller a subtle rc may penetrate tht
rei est-s of hi brain ; of Ihe Dowers be gather,
some in y le their fragrai CJ upon the tul-wor

From The Pulaski citizen.

1866-03-23 · Pulaski, Tenn.

"Wanted A printer," says a cotempo
rary. Wanted a mechanical curiosity,
wit-, brain and fingers a thing that will
set so' many type a day a machine that
will think ad act, but still a machine a
being who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery, yet one the in
genuity of man has never supplanted me
chanicallythat's a printer,
A printer yet, for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless doings a worker
at all times and hours, day and night; sit
ting up in a close and unwholesome office,
when gay crowds are hurrying to the thea
tres later still, when tho street revelers
are gone and the city sleeps in the fresh
air of the morning in the broad and gush
ing sunlight some printing machine is at
his case, with his eternal click! click!
Click! click! the polished types fall into
the stick; the mute interpreters of expres
sion are marshaled into line, and march
firth as immortal j r'nt. Ci'ck! click! and
the latest intelligence becomes old the
thought a principle the idea living senti
ment. Click! click! from grave to gay,
item after item a robbery, a murder, a
terrific battle, a railroad collission, a bitot
6candal, a graceful and glowing thought
are in turn closed by the mute and impres
sive fingers of the machine, and set adrift
in the sea of thought. He must not think
of the future nor recall the past must not
think of home, of kindred, of wife, or of
babe his work lies before hira, auLhis
thought is chained to his copy. J
"You know tab:'''
errors '- 1HttiM"riest on these mute
evidences of a ceaseless toil, correspon
dents, editors and authors, who ignore
the simple medium of your fame, think not
that the maohine is altogether a machine
think not he is indifferent to the gem of
which he i3 but the setter a 6ubtle ray may
penetrate the recesses rf his brain of the
flowers he "gathers, some may leave their
fragrance upon the toil-worn fingers. But
when , you seek a friend, companion, ad
viser when you elevate one who for sym
pathy, may represent either or both
when you want judges, legislators, gov
ernors and presidents O, ye people, ad
vertise: 'Wanted a printer.'

From The Evansville journal.

1866-07-25 · Evansville, Ind.

new
movement. e on of
A SECRET WORTH KNOWING. An
able writer gives utterance to the fol-
lowing valuable secret:
"This looking forward to enjoy
ment don't pay. From what I know
of it, I would as soon chase butterflies
for a living, or bottle up moonshine
for cloudy nights. The only true way
to be happy is to take the drops of
hapiness as God gives them to us
tevery day of our lives. The boy must
learn to be happy while he is learning
his trade; the merchant while making
his fortune. If he fails to learn this
art, he will be sure to miss his enjoy
ment when he gains, what he has
signed for."

WANTED. A Printer
"Wanted--a printer," says a co
temporary. Wanted, a mechanical
curiosity, with a brain and fingers--a
thing that will set so many type a day
a machine that will think and act,
but still a machine--a being who un
dertakes the most systematic and mo
notonous drudgery, yet one the inge
nuity of man has never supplanted
mechanically--that's a printer.
A printer--yet for all has some dis
sipated and reckless habits--a worker,
at all times and hours, day and night;
sitting up in a close and unwholesome
office, when gay crowds are hurrying
to the theatre--later still, when the
night revelers are gone and the city
sleeps--in the fresh air of the morn
ing--in the broad and gushing sun
light---some printing machine is at his
"case" with his eternal, unvarying
click, click!
Click! click! the polished types
fall into the stick; the mute integers
of expression are marshalled into line,
and march forth as immortal print.
Click! and the latest intelligence be

comes old- the thought, a principle
the idea, a living continent. Click!
click! from grave to gay, item and
item--a robbery, a murder, a bit of
scandal, a graceful and flowing
thought--are in turn closed by the
mute and expressive fingers of the
machine, and set adrift in the sea of
thought. He must not think of the
future, nor recall the past--must not
think of home, nor kindred, of wife
or baby--his work is before him, the
thought is chained to his "copy.
You know him by his work, who
reads the papers, and are quick at
typographical errors--whose eyes may
rest on these mute evidences of cease
less toil; correspondents, editors, and
authors, who scorn the simple medium
of your fame, think not the printer is
altogether a machine--think not that
he is inciferent to the gem, of whlen
he is but a setter--a subtle ray may
penetrate the recesses of his brain; of
the flowers he gathers some may leave
their fragrance upon his toilworn fin
gers. But when you seek a friend,
companion, adviser--when you elevate
one who for sympathy may represent
either or both--when you want legis
lators, judges, governors, and presi
dents- O ye people, advertise thus
"Wanted--a printer.

From Columbia democrat and star of the north.

1866-10-24 · Bloomsburg, Pa.

le clusters hang
Upon the clinging vine,
And in the orchard, 'mid the leaves,
The ruby apples shine.
But through the forests, o'er the hills
A voice come whisp'ring low
It murmurs of the wintry winds
And of the falling snow.
The crimsoned leaves to earth must fall,
And breezes o'er them sigh,
Oh! sad it seems, that ought so fair
Should ever fade or die.
We read on every falling leaf
This lesson most sublime:
That resurrection's holy power
Shall triumph over time.
For though the summer flowers must fade,
The Spring with sun and rain
Shall call them from the hill and vale
To bud and bloom again.
Wanted--a Printer.
"Wanted--a printer," says a cotempo
rary. Wanted--a mechanical curiosity,
with a brain and fingers--a thing that will
set so many types a day--a machine that
will think and act, but still a machine--a
being who undertakes the most systematic
and monotonous drudgery, yet one the in
genuity of man has never supplanted me
chanically--that's a printer.
A printer--yet for all his sometime dis
sipated and reckless habits--a worker, at
all times and hours, day and night; sitting
up in a close and unwholesome office, when
gay crowds are hurrying to the theatres
later still, when the street revelers are gone,
and the city sleeps--in the fresh air of
morning--in the broad and gushing sun
light-some printing machine is at his case,
with his eternal, unvarying click! click!
Click! click! the polished types fall into
the stick,-the mute integers of expression
are marshaled into line, and march forth as
immortal print. Click! and the latest in
telligence becomes old--the thought, a prin
ciple--the idea a living sentiment. Click!
click! from grave to gay, item after item
a robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a
graceful and glowing thought--are in turn
closed by the mute and impressive fingers
of the machine, and set adrift in the sea of
thought. He must not think of the future,
nor recall the past--must not think of home,
of kindred, of wife, or of babe--his work
lies before him, and thought is chained to
his copy.
You know him by his works, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors- whose eye may rest on these mute
evidences of ceaseless toil; correspondents,
editors and authors, who scorn the simple
medium of your fame, think not that the
printer is altogether a machine--think not
he is indifferent to the gem of which he is
but the setter--a subtle ray may penetrate
the recesses of his brain; of the flowers he
gathers some may leave their fragrance upon
his toil-work fingers. But when you seek a
friend, companion, adviser-- when you would
elevate one who for sympathy may repre
resent either or both--when you want Judg
es, Legislators, Governors and Presidents
O, ye people, advertise: "Wanted--a
printer.

From Ashtabula weekly telegraph.

1866-10-27 · Ashtabula, Ohio

ordinary light. In
other nations, when the king and the
court is debauched and corrupt, the mass
of the people become demoralized. But
the people of America, high and low,
from the center to the circumference, re
main untouched, notwithstanding the
foul corruption and debauchery which
disgrace the center. Notwithstanding all
the blandishments of power and patron
age; notwithstanding the tender of fat
offices, not a single genuine Republican
has been seduced from his allegience to
principle. Not one has concerted to
supercede one honest office-holder, and
renounce his own faith as the price.

Wanted- A Printer.

Wanted--a printer," says a cotempo
rary. Wanted--a mechanical curiosity,
with a brain and fingers,-a thing that
will set so many types a day--a machine
that will think and act, and still a ma
chine--a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous drudgery,
yet one the ingenuity of man has never
supplanted--that's a printer.
A printer--yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits--a worker,
at all times and hours, day and night;
sitting up in a close and unwholesome
office, when gay crowds are hurrying to
the theatres--later still, when the street
revelers are gone, and the city sleeps
in the fresh air of the morning, in the
brood and gushing sunlight--some print
ing machine is at his case, with his eter
nal, unvarying click! click!
Click! click! the polished types fall in
to the stick--the mute integers of expres
sion are marshaled into line, and march
forth as immortal print. Click! and the
latest intelligence becomes old, the
thought a principle, the idea a living sen
timent, Click! click! from grave to gay,
item after item---a robbery, a murder, a
a bit of scandal, a graceful and glowing
thought--are in turn closed by the
mute and impressive fingers of the ma
chine, and set adrift on the sea of thought.
He must not think of the future, nor re
call the past--must not think of home,
of kindred, of wife, or of babe--his work
lies before him, and thought is chained to
his copy.
You know him by his works, who read
the papers and are quick at typograph
al crrors--whose eye may rest on these
mute evidences of ceaseless toil; corres
pondents, editors and authors, who scorn
the simple medium of your fame, think
not that the printer is altogether a ma
chine---think not he is indifferent to the
gem of which he is the setter--a subtle
ray may penetrate the recess of his brain;
of the flowers he gathers some may leave
their Iragrafce upon his tolworn fingers.
But when you seek a friend, compauion,
adviser- when you would elevate ono
who for sympathy may represent either
or both--when you want Judees, Legis
tors, Governors and Presiceots- O' ye
people, advertise: "Wanted--a printer

From Staunton vindicator.

1866-11-23 · Staunton, Va.

are moulded by frugality and econo
my, and he lays the foundation of a good,
useful and industrious citizen. The idea that
manual labor is not “respectable,” is one of
the absurdest things in this age of absurdities.
No person with a thimblefull of brains will
say anything of the kind, and those silly
creatures who do say so are generally the de
generate scions of hard working mechanics.
Every boy, whether rich or poor, high or
low, ought to learn a trade, not that he should
always work at it, but that he may have it
as reserve capital, together with its influence
in forming his character.

Wanted—A Printer.
“ Wanted—a printer,” says a cotempora
ry. Wanted—a mechanical curiosity with a
brain and fingers—a thing that will set so
many type a day—a machine that will think
and act, but still a machine—a being who
undertakes the most systematic and monoto
nous drudgery, yet one the ingenuity of man
has never supplanted mechanically—that’s a
printer.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes dissi
pated and reckless habits--a worker, at all
times and hours, day and night, sitting up
in a close and unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are hurrying to the theatres—later
still, when the street revelers are gone and
the city sleeps—in the fresh air of morning—
in the broad and gushing sunlight—some
printing machine is at his case with its eter
nal unwavering click! click!
Click ! click ! the polished types fall into
the stick; the mute integers of expression
are marshalled into line, and march forth as
immortal print. Click! and the latest intel
ligence becomes old—the thought a sentiment
—the idea a living sentiment. Click ! click !
from grave to gay, item after item— a rob
bery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a disgrace
ful and glowing thought—are in turn closed
by the mute and impressive fingers of the
machine, and set adrift in the sea of thought.
He must not think of the future, nor recall
the past—must not think of home, of kin
dred, of wife or babe—his work lies before
him, and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works who read the
papers and are quick at typographical errors,
whoso eye may rest on these mute evidences
of ceaseless toil; correspondents, editors and
authors, who scorn the simple medium of
your fame, think not that the printer is alto
gether a machine—that not that he is indif
ferent to the gem of which he is but the set
ter—a subtle ray may penetrate the recesses
of his brain, or the flowers he gathers may
leave some of their fragrance upon his toil
worn fingers. But when you seek a friend,
companion, adviser—when you would ele
vate one who, for sympathy, may represent
either or both—when you waut Judges, Leg
islators, Governors and Presidents—0, ye
| people, advertise: “Wanted—a printer.”

From Weekly Calaveras chronicle.

1866-11-24 · Mokelumne Hill, Calaveras County, Cal.

engagement. This young
soldier, at once an honorable man and a
polite, wrote back that “it was to her
selt, and not to her face, he was engag
ed.” This amiable girl was, in the se
quel, Duchess of Wellington.
Theodore Hook was walking—in
the days of Warren’s blacking—where
one of those emiss; ries of that shining
character had written on the wall, ‘Try
W’arren’s B ,’ but had been fright
ened from his propriety, and fled. ‘ The
rest is lacking,” said the wit.
If a spoonful of yeast will raise fifty
cents’ worth of flour, how much will it
take to raise funds enough to buy anotb
.er barrel?

Wanted—a Printer.

“Wanted—a printer,” says a cotem
porary. Wanted—a mechanical curios
ity, with a bruin and fingers—a thing
that will set so many types a day—a
machine that will think and act, but
still a machine—a being who under
takes the most systematic and monoton
ous drudgery, yet ne the ingenuity of
man has never supplanted mechanically
—that’s a printer.
A primer—yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits—a work
er, at all times and hours, day and
night ; sitting up in a close and un
wholesome office, when gay crowds are
hurrying to the theatres—later still,
when the street revelers are gone, and
the city sleeps—in the fresh air of
morning—in the broad and gushing
sunlight—some printing machine is at
his case, with his eternal, unvarying
click ! click '
Click ! click I the polished types fall
into the stick—the mute integers of ex
pression are marshaled into line,. and
march forth as immortal print. Click 1
click! and the latest intelligence be
comes old—the thought a principle—
the idea a living sentiment. Click 1
click I from grave to gay, item after
item—a robbery, a murder, a bit of
scandal, a graceful and glowing thought '
—are in turn closed by the mute and
impressive fingers of the machine, and
set adrift in the sea of thought. He
must not think of the future nor recall
the past—must not think of home, of
kindred, of wife, or of babe—his work
lies before him, and thought is chained
to copy
You know him by his works, who
read the papers, and are quick at typo
graphical errors—whose eye may rest
on the mute evidence of ceaseless toil;
editors, correspondents, authors, who
scorn the simple medium of your fame,
think not that the printer is altogether
a machine—think not that he is indif
ferent to the gem of which he is but
the setter—a subtle ray may penetrate
the recesses of his brains ; of the flow
ers he gathers some may leave their
fragrance on his toil-worn fingers. But
when you seek a friend, companion, ad
viser—when you would elevate one who
for sympathy may represent either or
both when you want Judges, Legisla
tors, Governors and Presidents—0, ye
people, advertise : “Wanted—a print
er." ■*

From Urbana union.

1866-12-12 · Urbana, Ohio

Wanted—A Printer.

" Wasted a printer," says a cotemporary
Wanted & mechanical curiosity with a brain
and fingers R thing that will set to- many
type a day a machine that win tmnic ana
act, but still a machine a being who under
takes the most drudgery, yet one the ingenui
ty of man has never supplanted mechanical
ly that's a printer.
A printer yet for nil his sometimes dissi
pated and reckless habits n worker, at idi
limes and hours, day and nisrht, fitting up in
a close and unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are tuirr; msr to the tneaires -later
still, when the street revelers are gone and
the citysleeps in the fresh air ol morning
in the broad and gushing sunlight -some print
ing machine is at his case with its eternal un
wayeriup click 1 click !
Click I click 1 the polished types fall into
the slicks; the mute integers of expression
are marshalled into line, and march torth as
immortal print. . Click 1 and the latest intel
ligence becomes old the thought a senti
ment the idea a living sentiment- Click I
click I from prave to pay, item after item a
robbery, a murder, a bit of scandal, a disgrace
ful and glowing thought are in turn closed
by the mute nnd impressive angers ol the
midline, and set adrift in the sea of thought.
He must not think of the future, nor recall
l he past must not think of home, of kind
ilred, of wife or babe his work lies belore
him. and thonght is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works who read the
papers and q'lick at typographical errors,
whose eve mav r.-st on these mute evidences
of ceaseless toil ; cirrosponnVets, editors and
authors, who scorn the simple medium of
your fume, think not lhat the printer is alto
ireiher a machine that not that lie is indif
ferent to the gem of which he is but the setter
a subtle ray may penetrnte the recesses ol lu
brain or the flowers he gathers may leave some
ol their fragrance upon his toilworn fingers.
B it when you seek a friend, companion, ad
viser when yon would elevate one who, for
sympathy, may represent either or loth
when yon w;.nt Judges, L-gislators, Gover
nors and Presidents O, ye people, adver
tise : "Wanted a printer."

From North Branch democrat.

1867-04-17 · Tunkhannock, Pa.

VVauted—A Printer

" Wanted—a Printer," eavs a cotempo
rary. Wanted—a mechanical curiosity,
with a brain and fingers—a thing that will
set so many types a day—a machine that
will think and act, but still a machine—a
being who understands the most systemat
ic and monotonous drudgery, vet one the
ingenuity of man has never supplanted
mechanically—that's a Printer. „
A Printer—yet for all his sometimaa
dissipated and reckless habits—a worker,
at all limes and hours, day and night: sit
ting up in a close and unwholesome office,
when gay crowds are hurrying to the thea
tres—later still, when tbo street revelers
are gone, and the city sleeps—in the fresh
air of morning—in the broad and gushing
sunlight—some -'printing machine" is at
his case with his eternal, unvarying click 1
click!

Click ! click ! the polished tvpes fall in
to the stick—the mute integers of expres
sion are marshaled into line, and march
fwith as ipniortaut print. Click ! and the
latest intelligence becomes old—the tho't
a principle—the idea a living sentiment.
Click ! click ! from the grave to gay, item
after item—a robbery, a murder, a bit of
scandal, a grac ful and glowing thought
are in turn closed by the mute and im
pressive fingers of the machine and set
ad:ift in the sea of thought. He must not
think of the future, nor recall the past—
must not think of home, of kindred, of wife
or of babe—his work lies before him, and
thought is chained to his copy.
Yon know him by his walks, who read
the papers and are quick at typographical
errors—whose eye may rest on these muta
evidences of Ceaseless toil; coarespond
ents, editors and authois, who scorn the
i-iinple medium of \ our fame, think not
that the Printer is altogether a machine—
think not he is indifferent to the gem of
which lie is hut the setter; the subtle ray
may penetrate the recesses of his brain ; of
the flowers he g ithers, some may leave
their fragrance npon his toil-work fingers.
l>ut when you seek a friend, companion,
adviser, when you would elevate one who
for sympathy may represent either or both,
when you want Judges,. Legislators, Gov
ernors and Presidents—O, ye people, ad
vertise : "Wantkd—A Printer.

From Sunbury American.

1868-01-04 · Sunbury, Pa.

eeded in
doing. He gave me as a reason for his ill
success, he did not understand the nature
of the glass. No sculptor ever handled a
chisel with greater precision, or more care
fully measured the weight and effect of
every blow, than this ingenious Indian, for
even among them arrow-making is a dis
tinct trade or profession which many at
tempt, but in which few attain excellence.
He understood the capacity of the material
he wrought, and before striking the first
blow, by surveying the pebble, he could
judge of its availability as the scalptor
judges of the perfectness of a block of
Parian.
Wanted.A PrINTER.
Wanted--a printer, says an advertiser.
Wanted--a mechanical curiosity, with brain
and fingers--a thing that will set so many
type a day--a machine that will think and
act, but still a machine-a being who un
dertakes the most systematic and monoto
noas drudgery, ye one that the ingenuity of
man has never supplanted mechanically
that's a printer.
A printer, yet for all his sometimes dis
sipated and reckless habits, a worker at all
times and hours, day and night, sitting up
in a close unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are hurrying to the theatre; later
still, when the street revelers are gone and
the city sleeps, in the fresh air of the morn
ing, in the broad and gushing sunlight,
some printer is at his case with the eternal
unvarying click! click!
Click! Click! the polished types fall into
the stick; the mute integers are marshaled
into line, and march forth as immortal print
I and the latest intelligence becomes
old; thought a principle; simple lead and
living sentiment. Click! Click! from grave
to gay, of scandal, a graceful and glowing
sentiment- are in turn closed by the mute
and impressive fingers of the machine, and
set adrift in the sea of thought. He must
not think of the future, nor recall the past;
must not think of home, of kindred, of wife,
nor of baby; his work lies before him, and
thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, as your eyes
rest upon those mute evidences of his cease
less toil. Correspondents, authors and ad
visers who scorn the simple medium of your
fame, think not that he is indifferent to the
gem of which he is but the setter; a subtle
ray may penetrate the recesses of his brain,
or the flowers he gathers may leave some of
the fragrance upon the toil worn fingers.
But when you seek a friend, companion,
adviser- when you want Judges, Legisla
tors, Governors and Presidents. O, ye peo
ple, advertise:
"WANTED--A Printer.

From Council Bluffs bugle.

1868-03-12 · Council Bluffs, Iowa

ee

aor of hakiyt his work hes befor

him, and thought is chained to his copy.
You kuny him by his works, as your
eyes rest apon those muta seideaces of
his ceaseless tail, Correspondents,
thors and advisers, whe scorn the
m dium of your fame, think not
is indiffirrut to the gom of which he
hut the settery a subtle ray msy
the rece sas of his brain, or the ow.
ars he gath rs may leave some of their
agrance upon the toils sorpifingers. But
when you seek a friend, companion, ad-
viser--when you want judge-, legial
governors an presidents--O, ye people,
advertise

WAKTEB-A BrInter." Typogrep

From The Tarboro' southerner.

1868-03-19 · Tarboro', N.C.

Wanted -1 Printer.
Wanted A printer, says an adver
tiser. Wanted a mechanical curiosity,
with brain and fingers a thing that
will set so many type a day a mach
ine that will think and act. but still a
machine a being who undertakes the
most systematic and monotonous drud
gery, yet one that the ingenuity of
man has never supplanted mechanically
that's a printer.
A printer, yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits, a work
er at all times and hoars, day and
night, sitting up in a close and un
wholesome office, when gay crowds arc
hurrying to the theatres; later still
when the street revelers arc gone and
the city sleeps, in the fresh air of the
morning, in the broad and gushing
sun light, some printer 13 at his case
with his eternal and unvarying click!
click!
Click ! click ! the polished types fall
into the stick; the mute integers are
marshaled into line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click and the lat
est iuteligence becomes old; throught
a principle; simple lead a living senti
mentClick! click! from grave to gay, of
scandle, a graceful and glowing senti
ment arc in turn closed by the mute
and impresive fingers of the machine,
and set adrift in the sea of thought.
He must not think of the future, nor
recnll the past; must not think of home,
of kindred, of wife, nor of baby; his
work lies before him, and thought is
chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, as your
eyes rest upon those mute evidences of
his ceaseless toil. Correspondents,
authors' and advisers' who scorn the
simple medium of your fame, think
not that he is indifferent to the gem
of which he is but a setter; a subtile
ray may penetrate the recesses of his
brain, or the flowers he gathers may
leave somp pf the fragrance upon the
toil worn fingers. Rut when you seek
a friend, companion, adviser when
you want Judges, Legislators, Govern
ors, and Presidents O, ye people, ad
vertise;"Wanted A Printer.

From The Fremont weekly journal.

1868-03-20 · Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio

A DAUGHTER'S DEVOTION. Wanted--A Printer.

at
of
;
"Wanted A Printer, says an adver
tiser. Wanted, a mechanical curiosity,
with brain and fingers a thing that
will, set so many type a day a ma
chine that will think and act, but still
a machine a being who undertakes
the most systematic and monotonous
drudgery, yet ono that the ingenuity
of man has never supplanted median
ically. That's a Printer.
A Printer ; yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits, a work
er at all times and hours, day and
night sitting up in a close and un
wholesome office, when gay crowds are
hurrying to the theatres ; later still,
when the street revellers are gone and
the city sleeps, in the fresh air of the
morning, in the broad and gushing
sunlight, some printer is at his case,
with his eternal and unvarying click
click!
Click ! Click ! the polished types fall
into the stick; the mute integers are
marshalled into line, and march forth
as immortal print Click ! and the la
test intelligence becomes old ; thought
a principle; simple lead a living senti
ment
Click ! click ! from grave to gay, of
scandle, a graceful and glowing senti
ment are in turn closed by the mute
and impressive fingers of the machine,
and Bet adrift in the sea of thought
must not think of the future, nor recall
the past; must not think of home,
kindred, of wifo, nor of baby; his work
lies before him, and thought is chained
to his copy.
You know him by liis works, as
your eyes rest upon those mute evi
dences of his ceaseloss toil. Corres
pondents, authors and advisers, who
scorn the simple medium of your fame,
think not that he is indifferent to the
gem of which he is but a setter; a sub
tile ray may penetrate the recesses of
his brain, or the flowers he gathers
may leave some of the fragrance upon
the toil-worn fingers. But when you
seek a friend, companion, adviser
when you want Judges, Legislators,
Governors and Presidents 0, ye peo
ple, advertise:
" Wanted A Printer.

From Prescott journal.

1868-06-05 · Prescott, Wis.

ing tribute to th® Printer:
“Wanted—A Printer,” says an adver
tisement. Wanted a mechanical cu
riosity, with a brain and fingers—a thing
that will set so many type a day—a ma
chine that will act and think, but still a
machine—a being who undertakes the
most systematic and monotonous drudg
ery, yet one that the ingenuity of man
has never supplanted mechanically—
that’s a printer.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes
disipated and reckless habits, a worker
at ail times and hours; day and night
setting up in a elose and unwholesome
office, when gay crowds are hurrying to
the theatres; later still, when the street
revelers are gone and the city sleeps in
the fresh air of morning, in the broad
and gushing sunlight, some printer is at
his case, with his eternal and unvarying
click! click! click!
Click ! click ! the polished types fall in
to the stick; the mute integers are mar
shied into line, and march forth as im
mortal print. Click? and the latest in
telligence becomes old ; thought a prin
ciple; simple lead a living sentiment.
Click ' click ' from grave to gay—a scan
dal, a graceful and glowing sentiment—
are in turn closed by the mute and im
pressive fingers of the maclone, and set
adrift in a sea of thought. He must not
think of the future, tor recall the past;
must not think of home, of kindred, of
wife, nor of baby ; his work lies before
him, and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, as vour
eyes rest upon the mute evidences of bis
ceaseless toil. Correspondents, authors
and advisers, who scorn the simple me
dium of your frame, think not that be is
indifferent to the gerr. of which he is but
the setter, a subtile ray may penetrate
the recesses of bis brain, or the flowers
he gathers may leave some of their fra
grance upon the toilworn fingers. But
when you seek a friend, companion, ad
viser—wh:n you want judges, legislators,
governors and presidents—O, ye people,
advertise:
“Wanted—A Printer.”

From Spirit of Jefferson.

1868-06-09 · Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]

e which the builders refused thus became
the headstone of the corner. So it is With
Christ Jesus. The builders cast him away.
He was a plebian ; He was a man of poor ex
traction ; He was a man acquainted with sin
ners, who walked in poverty and meanness ;
hence tho world-wide despised him. Hut
when God shall gather together, in one, all
things that are in earth, then Christ shall be
the glorious consumation of all things.
He shall be exalted ; He shall be llotiOred;
bis name shall endure as long as the sUn, and
all nations shall be blessed in him, yea, all
generations shall call him blessed.
Wanted?A Printer.

Wanted?a printer, says an advertiser.?
Wanted?a mcchanical cariosity, with brain
and fingers?a thing that will sot so many
type per day?a iliachiuc that Will think and
act, btlt still a machine?a being who under
takes the uiost systematic drudgery, yet one
that the ingenuity of inau has never supplun
ted mechanically?that's a printer.
A printer, yet for all his sometime"! dissi
pated and reckless habit?, a tsrnrfcbr at all
times and hours, day itnd night, sitting up in
a close and unwholesome office, wheu gay
crowds are hurrying to the theatres and other
light entertainments, later still when the
street revelerc are gone and the city sleeps,
in the fresh air of the morning, ib the broad
and gushing sun light, some printer is at his
case with his eternal and unvarying click !
click ! Laugh at his faults as you may, scorn
hiiii ds you will, the rtOrld haa failed to pro
duce his substitute or bis c<|ual.
Click 1 Click! the polished typbs fall into
the stick ? the mute integers are marshalled
into line, and march forth as immortal print.
Click 1 and the latest intelligence becomes
old ; thought, a prineiplo ; simple lead a liv
ing sentiment.
Click ! Click ! froth grave to gay, a glow
ing sentiment?are in curb closed by the mute
and impressive fingers of the machine, and
set adrift in the sea of tHolight. lie must
not think of the future, nor recall the past;
must not think of home, of kindred, of wife,
nor of baby; his work lies before hitu, and
thought is chained to bis copy.
'You know him by his work, as your eyes
rest upott those mute evidences of his cease
less toil. Correspondents, authors, and ad
visers who scorn tbe simple medium of your
fame, think not that he is indifferent to the
getu of which he is but a setter; a subtle
ray may penetrate the recesses of his brain,
or the flowers he gathers ? may leave some of
the fragrance upon the toil worn fingers. 13nt
when you seek a friend, companion, adviser
?when you want Judges. Legislators, Gover
nors, ancl Presidents?O, ye people, adver
tise :
"Wanted, a printer.'

From Cedar Falls gazette.

1868-06-26 · Cedar Falls, Iowa

think of home, of kindred, of

nor of baby; his work lies before
him, and thought is changed to his
copy.

You know him by his worss, as
your eyes rest upon those mute evi-
dences of his ceaseless toil. Corres-
pondents, authors, and advertisers,
who scorn the simple medlum of your
fame, think not
to the gem of
a subtile ray may pe
cesses of his brain, or the flowers he
gathers may leave some of the fra-
grance upon ; the tolls worn fingers
But when you seek a friend compan-
ion, adviser- when you want Judges,
Legislators, Governors and Presit
dents--O, ye people, advertise.
"Wanted, a Printer."

From Cedar Falls gazette.

1868-06-26 · Cedar Falls, Iowa

's bow,
Know well what parting incans of Frlend from
friend

After the shows no freshening dews descend,
And what the frost has marred, the sunshine will
not mend.

So we all count the months, the weeks, the dayst
That keep thee from us in unwonted ways,
Srudging to allen hearthd

to alien hearths our widowed time;

And on unwins a clew of artess thyme
To track thee, following stin through eachremotest
clime a e

What wishes, longings, blessings, prayers, shall
be
That mere than golden freight that fdoats with
thee!
And know, whatever welcome thou shalt find

leavest still be

ff rs O. W. h.

Wanted, A PRINTER.
Wanted--a printer says an adver-
tiser.Wanted, a mechanical curios-
ity, with brain and fingers--a thing
that will set up so many type a day
a machine that will think and act,
but still a machine--a being who
takes the most systematic and mon-
otonous drudgery, yet one that the
ingenuity of man has never supplan-
ted mechanically--that's a printer.

A printer, yet for all his sometimes
dissipated and reckless habits, a
worker at all times and hours, day
and night, sitting up in a close andd
unwholesome office, when gaylcrowds
are hurrying to the theaters; later
stillwhen the street revelers are
gone and the city asleep, in the fresh
air of the morning, in the broad and
gushing sunlight, some printer is at

From the Peoria (I10 Dally Transcriptf
ASharP RepLY.
A few ays ago one of our promi-
nent rallroad men received a ciroular
from an Iowa Lottery, accompanled
by ten tickets and a request that he
act as agent for the concern. The
scheme set forth that there were to
be 63,377 tickets and a corresponding

his case with his terna an an ar e i a e e a
ing click! click!

lick ;'elick! the polished type full
into the stick; the mute integers are
marshalled into-line, and march
forth as immortal print. Click! and
the latest intelligence becomes old
tho't a prineipal; simple lead a liv-
ing sentiment.

Click! click! from grave to gay, o

From The Opelousas journal.

1869-08-14 · Opelousas, La.

ashore, or in the far
interior, to which one may go from this
city without feeling that he has left be
hiud him many comforts and convenien
ces—gastronomic, locomotive, bibacious,
festive, sportive—which they do not, and
never can, combine. In consideration
of all which, we agaiu submit why not
adopt a policy expressly designed to
bring into play ail the capabilities of
New Orleans as a summer residence, and
to advertise the public at large that here
the trying heated term can be passed
in safety and amidst olegancics and
luxuries which few other eitb-s in the
world afford 1 —jV O. Bulletin.
Wanted—A Printer.
" Wanted—A * Printer , 7 ' says an
advertisement, Wanted a mechanical
curiosity, with brain and fingers—a thing
that will set so many types a day—a
machine that will think and aet, lint
still a machine—a being who undertakes
the most systematic and monotonous
drudgery, yet one that the ingenuity of
©an has never supplanted cjecbanically
.—that's a prinie'.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes
disipated and reckless -habit«, a worker
at all times and hours ; day and night
eittiDg up iu a close and unwholesome of
fice when gay crowds are hurrying to
the theaters ; later still, when the street
revelers are gone and the city sleeps, in
the fres& ?.ir in the morning, in the broad
and gushing sunlight, some printer is
at bis case, with bis eternal and unvary
ing click ! click !
Click ! Click! the polished types fall
into the stick ; the mute integers are
marshaled into iine, and march forth as
immortal print. Click ! and the latest
intelligence becomes old ; thought a prin
ciple ; simple lead a living sentiment.
Click ! Click Î from grave to gay—a scau
dal, a gaceful and glowing seBtim«nt--
are in turn closed by the mute and im
pressive fingers of the machine, and
set adrift in the sea of thought. He
must not think of the future nor recall
the past j must not think o£ home, of
kindred, of wife, nor of baby ; bis work
lies before him, and thought is chained
to his copy.
Yon know Lim by his words, as your
eyes rest npon those mute evidences of
his ceasless toil. Correspondents, au
thors and advisers, who scorn tlve sim
ple medium of your fame, think not
that he is only the setter ; a subtle ray
may penetrate the recesses of his brain,
or the Sowers he gathers may leave
some fragrance upon the toil-worn fin
gers. Bnt when you seek a frienl, com
panion adviser—when you want judges,
legislators, governors, and presidents—
O, ye people, advertise :
" W anted^-A Printer.'

From The Cecil Whig.

1870-03-12 · Elkton, Md.

" Wanted—A Printer." says an advertise- '
ment. Wanted a mechanical curiosity, | 1
with brain and fingers—a thing that will c
s
sot so many types a day—a machine that | '
will think and act. but still a machine—a 1 s
being who undertakes the most systematic *
and monotonous drudgery, yet oac that '
Hie ingenuity of man has never supplanted | :
mechanically—that's a printer. j '
A printer—yet fur all his sometimes dis- > 1
sipated and reckless habits, a worker at all ! *
times and hours : day and night sitting up *
in a close and unwholesome office, when \ 1
*
gay crowds are hurrying to the theatres ;
later still, when the street revelers are gone i '
and the city sleeps, in the fresh air of Hie
morning, in the broad and gushing sun
light, seme printer is at his case, with his i '
eternal and unvarying click ! click ! i
Click I Click I the polished types fall *
into the stick ; the mute integers are mar- >
shaled into line, and march forth as immor- '
tal print. Click ! and the latest intelligence 1
becomes old ; thought a principle ; simple t
lead a living sentiment. Click 1 Click 1 i
from grave to gay—a scandal, a graceful I
and glowing sentiment—are in turn closed (
by the mute and impressive fingers of the i
machine, and set adrift in the seaef thought.
He must not think of the future, nor recall
the past ; must not think of home, of kin- |
dred, of wife, uer of baby ; his work lies
before him, and tlienght is chained to his .
copy. I j
Vou know him by his works, as your eyes .
rest upon those mute evidences of his cease
i less toil. Correspondents, authors and ad- [
visers, who scorn the simple medium of
your fame, think not that he is indifferent j
to the gem of which he is hut the softer ;
a subtle ray may penetrate the recesses of
his brain, or Hie flowers he gathers may
leave some of their fragrance upon the
toil-worn fingers. But when you seek a
friend, companion, advisor—when you s
want judges, legislators, governors and
presidents—O, ye people, advertise :
j “ Wanted—A Printer.”

From Clearfield Republican.

1870-07-27 · Clearfield, Pa.

d from last year $703,
66. Teachers' wages 8640; fuel, &c.,
$93 86; balance on hand $631 78.
Beccaria.- Schools, nine; average
time, four months; teachers, nine
males five, at an average of sod 10;
females four, at an average of $37 75
per month; pupils, 200; males 10,
average 119; females 153, average 101;
per centage 80. Finances, tax levied
$1,726 07; unseated land tax $222 12;
appropriation and balance on hand
from last year $306 68. Teachers'
wages $13 66; fuel, fees of Collector,
&c., 822,4050; purchasing ground,
building, &c., $65550; debt due by
district $713.
G. W. SNYDEa, Co. Sup't.
Wanted. A Printer.
"Wanted--a printer," says a cotem
porary. Wanted--a mechanical curi
osity, with brain and fingers; a thing
that will set so many ems a day; a
machine that will think and act, but
still a machine; a being who under
stands the most systematic and mo
notonous drudgery--yet one the in
genuity of man has never supplanted,
mechanically; that's a printer.
A printer; yet, with all the dissi
pated and reckless habits, or worker
at all times and hours, by day and
night; setting up in close and un
wholesome offices, when gay crowds
are hurrying to theatres; later still,
when street revelers are gone and the
city sleeps in the morning, in the
broad and gushing sunlight, some
printing machine is at its case with
its eternal unvarying cliek! elick!
Click! elick! the polished cubes fall
into the stick; the mute integers of
expression are marshalled into line
and march forth as immortal print.
Click! and the latest intelligence be-
comes old, the thought a principle,
the simple idea a living sentiment.
Click! click! from grave to gay, item
after item--a robbery, a murder, a bit
of scandal, a
graceful and glowing
thought, are in turn clothed by th
mute and impassive fingers of the ma
chine, and set adrift in the sea of
thought. He must not think of the
future nor recall the past; he must
not think of home, of kindred, of wife,
or of babe. His work lies before him,
and thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his works, who
read the papers and are quick at ty
pographical errors; whose eye may
not rest on this mute evidence of
ceaseless toil; corr spondents, edi
tors, and authors who scorn the sim
le medium of your frame, think not
that the printer is altogether a ma
chine. Think not he is indifferent to
the gem of which he is but the setter.
Think not a subtle ray may not pene
trate the recesses of his heart or the
flowers he gathers may not leave some
iay
of their fragrance on his toil-worn fin
gers. But when you seek a friend,
companion, adviser--when you would
elevate one, who, from sympathy, may
fitly represent either or both,-when
you want judges, governors, or presi
dents. O, ye people, advertise:
"Wanted--a printer.

From The Valley Virginian.

1871-11-02 · Staunton, Va.

gies to some good work
for others. There are no blessings, howev^
er rich, that discontent will uot convert iqfo
evils, and no trials, however severe, thipt se
renity and virture o»ay pot transform into
blessings
An Illinois fanner has told his rat story.
He was going out to his corncrib the other
morning, he says, when he saw, a large raf
with head erect carrying a full sized ear of
corn in his mouth while at the same tiffl® b'S
tail was wrapped around another large car.
which lie was dragging behind jugg
Why are birds melancholy in tho morning ?
Becauso their little bill? arc all over dew,

Wanted— A Printer.
Wanted—A printer, says an advertiser.—
Ranted, a mechanical curiosity, with (trait}
and fingers—a thing that will ael 90 many
types a day—a machine t{iat will t|iiu|f jp-J
act ; tut, still a machine—a befug tbftjt (in;
tlertakes the most systematic and monoton
ous drudaery, yet one that the ingenuity ct
man has caver supplied mechanically—that’/j
a printer.
A printer, yet for all his sometimes dissipat;
ed and reckless habits, a worker at all timeq
and hours, day and night, sitting op in »
close and unwholesome office, when'gay crowds
are burring to and fro ; later still, when the
street revelers are goue, and the city sleeps, in
the fresh air of the morning, in the broad
and gushing sunlight, some printer is at his
ease with his eternal grp} unvarying click !
click J
Cli'.Jf! click ! the types fall ip the stick :
the mute intregej-s are marshalled in ljne,and
march forth in immortal priDt. Click ! and
the latest intelligence becomes old; thought,
a principle ; simple lead a living sentiment.
Clicjt ! click ! from grate to gay, of scaodal.
a gracelgl and glowingsentiment—are iu turn
closed by the mute and impressive fingprea
of the machine, and set adrift in the sep of
thought. f|e mast not think of the future,
nor recall the past ; must not think of home,
of kindred, of wife, or of baby ; his work lie*
before him, and thought is chained to hij
copy.
You know him by his works, as your eyes
rest upon those mute evidcuce of his caselcs*
toil. Correspondents, authors and advisers
who scorn the simple medium of your lame,
think pot t|)at he i$ jpiLfforegt tQ the geip
of which he is but the setfer j a subtile ray
may penetrate the recesses of his braiu, or
the flowers he gathers njay lpayg 8Pfl?e of the
flagrance upon the toil-worn Augers. But
when you seek a friend, companion, adviser
—when you want Judges, Legislators, Gov

From The Weekly Kansas chief.

1880-06-17 · Troy, Kan.

ingly. Wanted A Printer.
"Wauteil a printer, aayn a cotemporary.
Wanted a mechanical curiosity, with brain anil
finger; a thing that will set o many ciiw a day-;
a machine that will think and act. hut, atill a
mai bine; a Wing who undertaken the most sys
tem tie and monotonous drudgery yet one the
iugenuit- of man Itan never aupplantcd mechani
cally, tliat' a printer.
Apri nter; yet, for all his dissipated and reck
less habits, a worker at all time and hours, hy
day and night; setting up in clone and nnwhole
Mttnennicen, when gav-cniw tin are hurrying to
tlie theatre; later still, when street revelemare
gone ami the city sleep; in tlie fresh air of tbe
morning, iu the hn-ad ami gushing sunlight,
some printing machine in at ita caac, with iU
eternal, nuvarv ing click! click

From Savannah morning news.

1886-03-30 · Savannah

Wanted—A Printer.
From tlt A ugutta (Ga. i Chronicle.
“Wanted—A Printer,” says an adver
tisement. Wanted, a mechanical curios
ity, witn brains and Angers— a thing that
will set so many type a day, a machine
that will think and act, but still a ma
chine, a thing that will undertake the
most systematic and monotonous drudg
ery, yet one that the ingenuity of man has
never supplanted mechanically, that is a
printer.
A printer, yet for all his sometimes-dis
sipated, improvident and reckless habits,
a worker at all times and hours, day and
night, sitting up in a close and unwhole
some office when gay orowds are hurry
ing to the theatres; later still when the
street revelers are gone and the city
sleeps; in the fresh air of the morning, in
the broad and gushing sunlight, some
printer is at his case, with his eternal aud
unvarying click, click!
Click! click! the polished letters fall in
to the stick; the mute integers are mar
shaled into line and march forth as im
mortal print. Click! and the latest intel
ligence becomes old—thought a principle,
lead a living sentiment. Click! click!
from grave to gay—a scandal, a graceful,
glowing sentiment are in turn closed by
the mute and impressive lingers of the
“machine” and set adrift in the sea of
thought. The printer—he must not think
of the future, nor recall the past; must
not think of home, of kindred, of wife, nor
of baby. His work lies before him, and
thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by hi 9 work as your
eyes rest upon thoso mute evidences of bis
ceaseless toil. Correspondents, authors,
and publishers, who scorn the simple me
ilium of your lame, think not that be is
iudifferent to the gem of which he is but
the setter, a subtle ray may penetrate the
recesses of the brain, or the flowers he
gathers may leave some of the fragrance
upon the toil-woru fingers. But when
you seek a friend, companion, adviser,
guide—when you want judges, legisla
tors. Governors. Presidents—O, ye peo
ple, advertise: “Wanted—A Printer.

From Fort Worth daily gazette.

1886-04-05 · Fort Worth, Tex.

t makes no special
claims to brilliancy. All that he is, is
due to himself. He entered life with few
advantages, but he made these few count

well. He represents the important and
progressive city of Louisville, which has

done well in sending such a safe and

active man to congress. Fax

Seott's Emulsion of Pure Cod Liver Oll

with Hypophosphites, In Lung Troubles
and Cholera infantum
Dr. W. E. Ransom, Hartford, Ind

says: "I find Scott's Emulsion an excel

lent remedy in lung troubles, and espec
lally in Strumous children, and a most
valuable remedy in chronic stages of Chol

era Infantum

WanTed. A Printer
Wanted--A Printer," says an adver
tisement. Wanted, a mechanical curi

osity, with bralns and fingers--a thing

that will set so many type a day, a ma

chine that will think and act, but still a

machine, a being who undertakes the
most systematic and monotonous drudg
ery, yet one that the ingenuity of man

has never supplanted mechanically--that's
a printer

printer, yet for all his sometimes dis

sipated, improvident and reckless habits
a worker at all times and hours, day and
night sitting up in a close and unwhole
some office, when gay crowds are hurry
ing to the theaters; later still, when the

street revelers are gone and the city sleeps

in the fresh air of the morning, in the broad

and gushing sunlight, some printer is at
his case, with his eternal and unvarying
click! click

Click! click! the polished letters fall

into the stick; the mute integers are
marshaled into line and march forth as

immortal print. Click! and the latest in

telligence becomes old--thought a prin
ciple, simple lead a living sentiment
Click! click! from grave to gay--a scan

dal, a graceful, glowing sentiment are in
turn closed by the mute and impressive
fingers of the "machine" and set adrift
in the sea of thought. The printer--he
must not think of the future, nor recall
the past; must not think of home, of
kindred, of wife, nor of baby. His work
lies before him, and thought is chained to
his copy
You know him by his work as your eyes

rest upon those mute evidences of his
ceaseless toil. Correspondents, authors
and publishers, who scorn the simple
medium of your fame, think not that he
is indifferent to the gem of which he is
but the setter; a subtle ray may penetrate
the recesses of the brain, or the flowers
he gathers may leave some of their
fragrance upon the toil-worn fingers. But
when you seek a friend, a companion
adviser, guide--when you want judges
legislators, governors and presidents
O, ye people, advertise: "Wanted--A

Printe

From The Dawson journal.

1886-04-15 · Dawson, Ga.

ears ago he determined
to quit the habit, and ecalling in
two reputable physiciars he be
gan the fight, and by their aid
conquered. For five years he has
not touched the drag, but it is
probable this cessation of his life
habit hastened his death, for life
went out like a candle. Mr. Dm'.gl'-
lns wos a student and artist all
his life, and leaves a handsome
colleetion both of books and pie
tures, togother with quite a large
fortune. Mr. Douglas was a na
tive of Alexandria, Va., later in
lifs he lived in Cincinnati for
some years, but for the past fif
teen years has resided in Louis
viile.

Wanted--A Printer. .
“Wanted —A Printer,” says ar.
advertisement. Wanted, a me
chanical curiosity, with brains and
fingers —a thing that will sc so
many type a day, a machine that
will think and act, but still a ma
chine, a being who undertakes the
most systematic and monotonous
dradgery, yet one that the ingen
uity of man has never supplanted
mechanically —that's a printer.
A printer, yet for all his somo
times digsipated, improvident and
rockless hnbits, is o “worker at Il
tim»s aud hours; day anl night
sitting up in a close and unwhole
some office, whon gay erowds are
harrying to the theatres; later
still, when the strect revelers are
gone aund the city sleeps; in the
frosh air of the mornming, in the
broad and gushing sunlight, some
printer is at his case, with his
oternal and unvarying click! cliek!
Cliek! elick! tho polished lottors
fall into the stiek; the mute integ
ers aro marshilled into ling and
march forth as imwoctal print,
Click! and the latest intelligence
beeomes old —thought a principle,
simple lead a living sentimont.
Click! click! from grave to gay--

From The Dawson journal.

1886-04-15 · Dawson, Ga.

dium of your fanie, think not that
he is indifferent to tho gem of
which he is but the setter; a sub
tle ray may penctrate tho recesses
of thie brain,or the flowera lo gath
ers may leave somo of thoir fra
grance upon tho toil-worn fingers.
Bat whern you seek a friond,

From Indian chieftain.

1886-04-15 · Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]

Wnnlod A Printer.
"Wonted A Printor," says an
advertisement. Wanted, a me
chanical curiosity, with brains and
fingers a thing that will sot so
many typo a day, a machine that
will think and act, but still a ma
chino, a being who undertakes tho
most systcmaU vud inonotous
drudgery, yot oi ' int tho ingenu
ity of mau has never supplanted
mechanically that's a printor.
A printer, yet for all his some
tlmos dissipated, improvident and
reckless habits, a worker at all
timo3 and hours, day and night
sitting up in a closo and unwhole
some office, when gay crowds aro
hurrying to tho theaters; lator still,
whon the stroot revelers aro gono
and tho city sleeps in tho fresh air
of tho morning, in tho broad and
gushing sunlight, somo printor is
at his case, with his eternal and
unvarving clickl clickl
Click! clickl tho polished lottcrs
fall into tho stick; tho muto into-
gcrs arc marshaled into lino and
march forth as immortal print.
Clickl and tho latest intelligence
becomes old thought a principlo,
sitnplo lead a living sontimont.
Clickl clickl from gravo to gay a
Bcandal, a graceful, glowing senti
ment aro in turn closed by the
mute and impressive fingers of tho
"machino" and sot adrift in tho sea
of thought. Tho printer ho must
not think of tho future, nor recall
the past; must not think of home,
of kindred, of wife, nor of baby.
His work lies boforo him, and his
thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his work as
your eyes rest upon thoso mute ev
idences of his ceaseless toil. Cor
respondents, authors and publish
ers, who scorn tho simple medium
of your famo. think not that ho is
indifferent to tho gem of which ho
is but tho setter; a subtlo ray may
penotrato tho recesses of tho brain,
or the flowers ho gathers may lcavo
somo of their fragranco upon tho
toil-worn fingers. But when you
seek afriend, a companion, adviser,
guide whon you want judgcs,legis
lators, governors ana presidents
O, yo people, advertise: "Wanted
A Printer.

Wanted—A Printer

From The Idaho avalanche.

1889-08-10 · Silver City, Idaho Territory [Idaho]

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Pullman herald.

1889-10-19 · Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]

Wanted--A Printer.
[Typographic Messenger, Jan. 18G8.]

"Wanted—a printer," says a contem
porary. . Wanted— mechanical curiosi
ty, with a brain and fingers; a thing that i
will set so many typo a day; a machine
that will think and act, but still a ma-I
chine—a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous drudergy,
yet one th ' ingenuity of man has never I
supplanted mechanically; sprinter.;
A printer. Yet for all his sometimes
reckless and dissipated habits, a worker ;
st ail times and hours, day and night;:
sitting up in a dose and unwholesome j
office when gay crowds are hurry: toi

the theater— still, when night re
velers are gone and the city sleeps, in
the broad and gushing sunlight,—some
printing machine is at his "ease" with
his eternal, unvarying click! click!
Click, click, the polished types fall into
the stick; the mute integers of expression
are marshalled into line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click! and the latest
intelligence becomes old—the thought,
a principle; the idea, a living continent.
Click! click! from grave to gay, item
after item, a robbery, a murder, a bit of
scandal, a graceful and glowing thought,
is in turr closed by the mute, and im
pressive fingers of the machine, and set
adrift in the eea of thought. Ho must
not think of the future, nor recall the
past; must not think of home, nor kin
dred; of a wife or babe; his work is be
fore him and thought is chained to his
"copy"
You know him by his work, who reads
the papers, and are quick at typograph
ical errors, whose eyes may rest on these
mute evidences of ceaseless toil. Corres
pondents, editors and authors, who scorn
the simple medium of your fame, think
not. the printer is altogether a machine;
think not he is indifferent to the gem of
which he is but the setter; a subtle ray
may penetrate the recessessof his brain;
of the flowers ho gathers some may
leave their fragrance upon his toil-worn
fingers. But when you seek a friend,
companion, adviser; when you would
elevate one who for symyathy may
represent either or both; when you "want
judges, legislators, governors and pres
idents,—Oh! ye people, advertise thus:
"Wanted—A Pkintki:."

From The daily morning Astorian.

1889-10-20 · Astoria, Oregon

"Wanted A printer," says a con
temporary. Wanted a mechanical
curiosity, with a brain and fingers; a
thing-that will set so many type a
day; a machine that will think and
act, but still a machine a being who
undertakes the most systematic and
monotonous drudgery, yet one the in
genuity of man has never supplanted
mechanically: that's a printer

From The Southern herald.

1892-02-19 · Liberty, Miss.

Waited A Fiiuter.
New Delta: "Wanted A Print
er," says an advertisement. Want
ed a mechanical curiosity, with
brain and finger a thing that will
set to many types a day a machine
that will think and act, but Mill a
jachine a being who undertakes
jjj mogt (jStematic and monoto-
nouJ drujgery, yet one that the
ingenaitjr of nun has never
,upl)anied mechanically that's a !
i
day and night sitting up in a close
and unwholesome office, when gay
crowd are hurrying to the theaters;
,aUr gtilli when t!le slreet revelers
arc gone anJ lhe city slefpli in the
L. aif in ,he mornil)g( in tae
J brMd ana gushing sunlight, som

From The Southern herald.

1892-02-19 · Liberty, Miss.

froragrave to gay a scandal, a
graceful and glowing sentiment
are in turn closed by the mute and
impressive fingers of the machine,
and set adrift in the sea of thought.
He must not think of the future
nor recall the past; must not think
of home, of kindred, of wife, nor of
baby; his work lies before him,
and thought is chained to hi copy.
You know him by his words, ax
your eyes rest upon those mute
evidences of his ceaseless toil.
Correspondents, authors and ad
visers, who scorn tho simple mcdi-
' um of your fame, think not that he
is ill(Mercrit ,0 the gem 0f whicli
h, ony lhe wller. a subtle ray
! npnetrate recesses of his
i i
brain, or tho flowers he gathers
may leave some of their fragrance
upon the toil-worn fingers. But
when you seek a friend, companion,
adviser when you want judges,
legislators, governors and presi
dents 0, ye people, advertise:
"Wanted A Printer.

From Mississippi leader.

1892-02-25 · Jackson, Miss.

as never lived apart fron

her ohl mistress. She is a mulatto,
comes to church with her Southern
friend and sits with her in church,
just as nurses did in ante-bellum days
in the South. I have been told that
that; the only oues who raised any
question nbont her reception were peo
ple of Northern raising.
A word about the old State Honse
may be interesting. It is a very com
mon looking building of the order of
an old time court house. It is now
used as the county court honse. In it
Lincoln and Douglass fought their
great political battles. It is full of
historic associations.
J. 13. Gambbeu..
Wanted—A Printer.
“Wanted—A Printer,” says an ad
vertisement. Wanted a mechanical
curiosity, with brain and fingers—a
thing that will set so many types a day
—a machine that will think and act,
but still a machine—a being who un
dertakes the most systematic aud mo
notonous drudgery, yet one that the
ingenuity of man has never supplant
ed mechanically—that’s a printer.
A printer—yet for all his sometimes
dissipated ami reckless habits, a work
er at all times and hours; day and
night sitting up in a close and un
wholesome office, when gay crowds
are hurrying to the theatres; later
still, when the street revelers are gone
and the city sleeps, in the fresh air in
morning, in the broad and gushing
sunlight, some printer is at his case,
with his eternal and unvarying click !
click !
Click ! Click ! the polished types fall
into the stick ; the mute Integers are
marshaled into line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click! aud the
latest intelligence becomes old;
thought a principle; simple lead a
living sentiment. Click ! Click from
grave to gay—a scandal, a graceful
and glowing sentiment—are in turn
closed by the mute and impressive
fingers of the machine, and set adrift
in the sea of thought. He must not
think of the future nor recall the past;
must not think of home, of kindred,
of wife, nor of baby ; his work lies be
fore him, and thought is chained to
copy.
You know him by his words, as your
eyes rest upon those mute evidences
of his ceaseless toil. Correspondents,
authors and advisers, who scorn the
simple medium of your fame, think not
that he is iuditfereut to the gem of
which he is only the setter; a subtle ray
may penetrate the recesses of his brain,
or the flowers lie gathers may leave
some of their fragrance upon the toil
worn fingers. But when you seek a
friend, companion, adviser—when you
want judges, legislators, governor

From Lake Charles commercial.

1892-03-05 · Lake Charles, Calcasieu Parish, La.

Ilnur-; May ami night silling up in
a cluse ami uiivvliiilesuiiic ulllcc.
when gay eruvvils arc hurrying lu
the IhcsiMTs; later still, when the
street revelers are gmie ami the
city sleeps, in the fresh air hi the
illuming, in llic liruail ami gashing
suuliglil, some printer is al his
ease, with his eternal and unvary
ing click ! click !
Click! click! the polished types
fall into the slick; the mute inte
ger s are uuirsliallcM intn line, ami
march I'urlli as iaiainrlal |iliiit.
Click! end the latest intelligence
tiei-miics iilil; tlimighl a principle;
simple leail a living seuliineiit.
Click !('lick ! Irmu grave in gay —
a seauilal, a graceful nml glnvviug
seiilimeiil —are ill Mini closed by
llic mate ami impressive lingers
uf I In* machine, ami set adrift in
llic sea of linuight. lie mast nut
think of Hit-future nur recall Hie
past; must nul think nf Imine, uf
kiiull'cil, nf wife, nur uf baby; his
milk lies before him, and thought
is i-haiiieil In his enpv.
You know him by his won!», a

From St. Landry clarion.

1892-03-26 · Opelousas, La.

venue of the schools.
The school age is the period of eight
years, between the 6th and the 14th
year of age, and attendance is obliga
tory. There are over 28,000 of these
schools controlled by local authorities,
with 72,000 teachers and 3,114,000
scholars. The teachers are forbidden
to use corporal punishment and they
are pensioned when they have given
so many years of service. The annual
expense of these schools is about
$7,000,000. There higher education is
not yet developed, but the Imperial
University is taking a high standard
and may in time rank with European
and American universities.

Wanted---A Printer.
"Wanted-A Printer," says an ad
vertisement. Wanted a mechanical
curiousity, with brain and fingers-a
thing that will set so many types a
day-a machine that will think and
act, but still a machine-a being who
undertakes the most systematic and
monotonous drudgery,yet one that the
ingenuity of man has never supplanted
mechanically-that's a printer.
A printer-yet for all his some
times dissipated and reckless habits, a
worker at all times and hours; day
and night sitting up in a close and
unwholesome office, when gay crowds
are hurrying to the theatres; later
still, when the street revelers are gone
and the city sleeps, in the fresh air
in the morning, in the broad and
gushing sunlight; some printer is at
his case, with his eternal and unvary
ing click ! click !
Click ! Click ! the polish types fall
into the stick; the mute integers are
marshaled into line, and march forth
as immortal print. Click! and the
latest intelligence becomes odd;
thought a principle; simple lead a
living sentiment. Click ! Click from
grave to gay-a scandal, a graceful and
glowing sentiment-are in turn closed
by the mute and impressive fingers of
the machine, and set adrift in the sea
of thought. He must not think of
the future nor recall the past; must
not think of home, of kindred,, of wife
nor of baby ; his work lies before him,
and his thought is chained to his copy.
You know him by his words, as
your eyes rest upon those mute evi
dences of his ceaseless toil. Corres
pondents, authors and advisers, who
scorn the simple medium of your fame,
think not that he is indifferent to the
gem of which he is only the setter;
a .subtle ray may pennrate the re
cesses of his brain, or the flowers he
gathers may leave some of their fra
grance upon the toil-worn fingers.
But when you seek a friend, compan
ion, adviser-when you want judges,
legislators, governors and presidents
0, e people, advertise :
"Wanted-A Printer."

From The St. Johns herald.

1892-04-07 · St. Johns, Apache County, Arizona Territory [Ariz.]

ers mn-
0fi nn -ftfif
x I
Cattle are dvine raoidlv. Too bad
thev could not have endured starva-

' 1 " I
tion a little longer for the new grass
. I
is growing nneiy. borne ot the
stock men want to sell out their
cnttle or remove them to Vreen
fields and pastures new" and try
sheep in their stead. Graham Co.
Bulletin.
Iyory is sensitive to weather. Ex
posure to cold soon cracks it and
renders hillmrd balls nntme. Thev
are easily knocked out of shape.too,
P ,,,11 nr.rnnn,1 v. .irOI v r. A I
The centre of the tusk should go
through the centre of the ball to
preserve best a true spherical form.1

Wanted A Printer.

"Wanted A Printer," says an
advertisement. Wanted a mechan
ical curiosity, with brains and fin-
thi"S that wiI1 Set 80 7
pes a day-a machine that will
""us ulu act, out sun a machine
a being who undertakes the most
systematic and monotonous drud-
gery, yet one that the ingenuity of
.man has never supplanted mechan-
hcally that's a printer.
A printer et for all his some-
times dissipated and reckless habits,
a worker at all times and hours;
day and night sitting up in a close
and unwholesome office, when gay
crowds are hurrying to the theatres ;
later still, when the street revelers
are gone and the city sleeps in the
fresh air in the morning, in the
broad and gushing sunlight, some
printer is at his case, witlrhis eter-
nal and unvarying click ! click!'
Click! Click! the polished types
fall into the stick ; the mute integers
are marshaled into line, and march
forth as immortal print. Click
and the latest intelligence becomes
old; thought a principle,; simple
lead a living sentiment. Click!
Click ! from grave to gay a scan
dal, a graceful and glowing senti
ment are in turn closed by the
mute and impressive fingers of the
machine, and set adrift in the sea
of thought. He must not think of
the future nor recall the past; must
not think of home, of kindred, of
wife, nor of baby ; his work lies be
fore him, and thought is chained to
nis C0Py
You know him by his words, as
vour eyes resfc uPon those muteevi
fences of his ceaseless toil. Corres
pondents, authors and advisers who
scorn the simple medium of your
tame think not that he is indiffer
ent to the gem of which he is only
tne setter; a subtle ray may pene
trate the recesses of his brain, or
the flowers he mt.hera rnnv loovo
HOItlfi Or their fmorrnnpp nnnn fho
L m .
ton-worn nngers. .but when vo

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91 reprints from 1860-01-05 to 1892-04-07

From Daily Intelligencer

1860-01-05

The City

From Milwaukee daily sentinel.

1860-01-05 · Milwaukee, [Wis.]

1860-01-05 · Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]

1860-01-10 · Mineral Point, Wis.

From New Orleans daily crescent.

1860-01-12 · [New Orleans, La.]

1860-01-18 · River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.

1860-02-04 · Lancaster, Wis.

1860-02-07 · Newbern, N.C.

1860-02-07 · Newbern, N.C.

From American Lancaster gazette.

1860-02-09 · Lancaster, Ohio

From American Lancaster gazette.

1860-02-09 · Lancaster, Ohio

From American Lancaster gazette.

1860-02-09 · Lancaster, Ohio

From The home journal.

1860-02-16 · Winchester, Tenn.

From M'arthur Democrat.

1860-03-29 · McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio

1860-04-19 · Dowagiac, Mich.

From Sunbury American.

1860-04-21 · Sunbury, Pa.

Wanted a Printer

From Vermont patriot.

1860-04-28 · Montpelier [Vt.]

Wanted a Printer

From Vermont patriot.

1860-04-28 · Montpelier [Vt.]

From Cedar Falls gazette.

1860-05-04 · Cedar Falls, Iowa

From Cedar Falls gazette.

1860-05-04 · Cedar Falls, Iowa

1860-05-31 · Litchfield, Conn.

From Nashville union and American.

1860-06-02 · Nashville, Tenn.

1860-06-07 · St. Clairsville, Ohio

1860-06-07 · Coudersport, Pa.

1860-07-04 · Grand Haven, Mich.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-07-26 · Plymouth, Ind.

1860-11-22 · Monroe, La.

1860-11-28 · River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

From The Plymouth weekly Democrat.

1860-12-27 · Plymouth, Ind.

From Randolph County journal.

1861-01-17 · Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.

1861-02-27 · Lambertville, N.J.

From The daily dispatch.

1861-03-05 · Richmond [Va.]

Miscellaneous

From Warrenton flag of '98.

1861-03-14 · Warrenton, Va.

From New Orleans daily crescent.

1862-05-09 · [New Orleans, La.]