The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1868-12-12
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Sales at the Bro ksrs' Board, Dec IL.
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Beyond doubt the greatest advertiser in the
United States, if not thu known world, to day,
is Ii. 7. HELMBOLD, the millionaire druggist of
New York. whose name, through the medium
OF the press, has become household word in
every township of the United States.
As the public is always more or less interest
ed in men who have, by dint of energy, enter
prize, holiness and honorable dealing risen
from ordinary to extraordinary positions in
life pen picture of this most successful mer-
chant and accomplished gentleman may not be
uninteresting. If you have time, come with
US few moments, while we introduce you TO
the man who has made himself very wealthy
through the medium of the press, and by the
discovery of a remedial agent for certain dis
| eases somewhat prevalent in America.
Leaving our office, in New York, on Printing
House Square, where the busy hum of machin-
cry is heard night and day, about hal-past
two in the afternoon, We leisurely saunter up
Broadway, that great artery eflife, till we have
passed Canal street. ON our way TO Grace
Church. On the right hand side as we are
going up, beautiful drug store attracts our
attention. OF course we will stop for mo-
ment, and look at it, for on all the American
continent there is not another like it. Beauti-
Jul, filled with everything to please the eye, ar
ranged by the hand of taste and genius, the
store is model in every respect. 1t is wide,
over 200 feet deep, and filled with the choicest
articles Pharmacy can demand. As Others are
constantly entering, we will do the same. Come
with US, from the front door back towards the
centre of the establishment, in what is called
the "parlor," leaving those who wish to make
purchases, by the counters, where they can be
waited upon, for we are looking for the man
who in q few years has erected this monument
to enterprise Hberality, and well doing.
1t is nearly three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Which one is HEMBoLD?" (Which do you
tbinl,?" It is not that tail man. 1t is not that
nortlv man. Nor is it that earnest, iron looking
man. who is porting over the ledgers and private
cash HOOK. hWeR, agbich is the one9" 1t is that
little bit of fellow, about five feet six inches
| in height dark brown hair, heavy eyebrows,
| full whiskers, cut rather close; dressed as II
| Just taken from bandbox. 1t is that man
| who is fitting on an elegant pair of kid gloves,
| but while doing so. is continually walking
| about, from this desk to that one; from this
man to that one; giving an order to that a
| word of encouragement to this man or that
| one; looking with an eye, quick as cat, on
everything going on form one end OF the estab-
| tishment to the other.
| In dress, he is faultless. A first class bust
ness suit, the whitest Of shirts, elegant waist
| bands, hair neither too smooth nor too rough
| the dress, in all respects, indicating BUSH
| ness maa Of taste, wealth and prominence. He
| walks to this man on the right, looks over his
| shoulder at some work he is doing nods ap-
| provingly; then to his cash book, makes few
| Inquiries, says that is right; then asks the
cashier of the concern one CT two CUES lions,
| mods approvnglv, takes in the entire store at
| a Glance; saws very politely to those in charge
| "Good day, Geatlen1eR" He passes out, mods
| to the aeQna ntances, shakes hands with that
| one and with a kind word to all. passes out 10
| his private carriage, waiting before the door,
| and 1.-THE weather be pleasant, with one or
| two friends, is off for drive through Central
| Park. and up the BloomDgdale road, behind
| his elegant horses. Few men in New York