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Wit and Humor of America, The Vol 06

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<h2>THE ADVERTISER</h2> <h3>BY EUGENE FIELD</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> I am an advertiser great! In letters bold The praises of my wares I sound, Prosperity is my estate; The people come, The people go In one continuous, Surging flow. They buy my goods and come again And I'm the happiest of men; And this the reason I relate, I'm an advertiser great! </div> <div class="stanza"> There is a shop across the way Where ne'er is heard a human tread, Where trade is paralyzed and dead, With ne'er a customer a day. The people come, The people go, But never there. They do not know There's such a shop beneath the skies, Because he does not advertise! While I with pleasure contemplate That I'm an advertiser great. </div> <div class="stanza"> The secret of my fortune lies In one small fact, which I may state, Too many tradesmen learn too late, If I have goods, I advertise. Then people come And people go In constant streams, For people know That he who has good wares to sell Will surely advertise them well; And proudly I reiterate, I am an advertiser great! </div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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