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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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TALE TWO I Become a Boo\ Agent, Travel Extensively, and Tell Ton All About It I BOOK AGENT ERA was at its height during my college days. Many boys at the University of Illinois, as well as at other universities, made money enough to pay was their way by this kind of work. vacation period between the freshdiich I travelled from Hannibal, and Missouri, to the Cumberland Valley in Pennsylvania. I sold vegetables on commission, fired a furnace with hard coal, milked a cow that could put more vigor and spirit into the swish of her tail than the mate of a sailing vessel could put in the swish of librarian Urbana Public Library. This combination of efforts got me through the Urbana High School as well as my freshman year in the University. Along toward the end of the freshman year a gentlemanly agent representing a Library Association called on me, and wanted me to take a job travelling over the country selling memberships to the peopl books member JLHE 1 $10 and $12. With the $ bound volume of Tennyson's poems; with the $12 one, a beautiful leather-bound volume. When I say beautiful I mean just exactly that. This book with its lovely embellished binding of English morocco leather was alone well worth the money, to say nothing of the golden opportunity to purchase books and magazines at wholesale prices, and thus acquire a worth-while library. company per ot the gross «ales amounting to less than $100 a week, and fifty per cent commission where the sales exceeded that sum. All we had to do to secure this wonderful chance to get rich as agents was to journey to Chicago at our own expense, live there one week while being taught the art of approach to a customer, and acquire the 70
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