Perth Amboy evening news., 1904-01-14
RIVALS, BUT NOT ENEMIES.
The leading Citizen Didn't Believe
in AntnGOnizing His Compete
tor in business.

Mr.. Doten extended the sample copy
Of the Balltown Bugle with termlna-
tive flourish. Il amt contradicting ye,'
he said. "I can't say but what on gen.
raj principles advertising pays. What
say is, it wouldn't pay here"
The young editor, proprietor and ao-
vertising agent of the Bugle took the
paper and thrust it into his pocket, re-
lates Youths Companion. Seems to
me-" he began with insinuating mild
ness, that isn't quite the spirit OF en-
terprise one would expect to see IN the
leading citizen Of Balltown."
"Mebbe not" returned the leading
citizen, and then continued: You're
wasting wind. I'll subscribe for your
paper, an pay my subscription in spo'
cash, although l take the Farmer, an
all7hen paper, an religious fortnight
ly for Mis- Doten already; but it's nc
use talking advertising to me, for
won't advertise Gale Gill won't, Meth
er. You see that store, there?
'Yes; Mr. Gill's-"
TGill's, now" said the old man, "bul
Harrub's once. Just as my store here
was fuckers. When l bought Tucker
out 30 years ago bought the goodwill
O. fuckers customers, an Harrub threw
his goodwill in, for them two men
Tucker an Harrub. had had enough o
enterprise an rivalry an cut-your-
neigh bor's-throat methods O. doing
business. An l knew all about it, an
when Gill bought out Harrub l threw
my goodwill in, as I'd been done by.
well, long back, before you was
born" continued the storekeeper, "a
smart young chap, fuckers nephew he
was, come down here an began telling
his uncle that he was slow; that he
oughter git up an git an advertise his
goods He KEEP right at Tucker till
fn1y one mornin' some airly bird see
that Tucker'd got half his stock an
some tissue-paper festoons in his win
der, an was Dragging bout it. The hull
village was up to the foreside by noon
! to see it. There was six cans o. corn, q
] jar of pickles, some smoked herring III
box that hadn't been opened, an his
two candy jars-sticks an drops-right
out in plain sight. An stuck on the
glass in big red an blue letters was:
We lead, others follow
'That was dig at Harrub," said Mr
! Doten, IAN he understood it so. He
didn't see fuckers nephew's hand in it;
I've heard him own up to that more'r
! once. He was always hot-headed man
Harrub was, an good frien's as theyt
always been, he was for letting daylight
into fuckers skull right away. But
somebody that thought he knew it al
said 'twould be the best way to pay
Tucker in his own coin-to clear win
der, put in some stock, an do little
lettering. Harrub went Tucker one bet
ter-put more stock in the winder-l
remember he had some West Injy goods
in the model of the frigate Betsey that
his uncle had whitfield out with only
just his jack-knife-an his lettering
was right to the edge of calling names
1t was tit for tat after that. The hull
village took sides, an the feeling ever
crep into families an divided 'em, one
for Tucker an another for Harrub.
81 don know" said Mr.. Doten, sage
ly, but what there'd been bloodshed i
fuckers nephew hadn't got job tt
the harbor Soon's ever he was gon'
Tucker he took all his fancy stock out'r
his winder, flung in some pollock an tw(
or three pair O. galluses, same's he uset
10 have there, an soaked all the sass of
L. 10 IIon
tub's an done the squar' thing. Harrul
he met Tucker halfway, an that wa'
the end O. that kind O. work at Balltow1
foreside.
NO." concluded Mr.. Doten. 81 won
advertise in the Bugle. I've seen enough
o disrupting villages. If l can't get /;
living without l set myself UP above an
agin Gale Gill, I'll sell out an go fish
ing"