B. SHELBY

SHELBY PARADISE POWDER COMPANY

SPRINGFIELD, MASS., U. S. A.

MAKES WASHDAY WELCOME. SIDESTEP SUBSTITUTES.
WIDE-A-WAKEFIELD CLUB, Wakefield:

DEAR SIRS,--The undersigned was born in your city, and left same
about twenty years ago to seek his fortune. I have finally found it
after many ups and downs. Us three brothers have jointly perfected
and patented the famous Paradise Powder. It is generally conceded
to be the grandest thing of its kind ever put on the market, and,
in the words of the motto, "Makes Washday Welcome." Ladies who have
used it agree that our statement is not excessive when we say,
"Once tried, you will use no other."

It is selling at such a rate in the East that I have a personal
profit of two thousand dollars a week. We intend to push it in the
West, and we were talking of where would be the best place to
locate a branch factory at. My brothers mentioned Chicago, St.
Louis, Omaha, Denver, and such places, but I said, "I vote for
Wakefield." My brothers said I was cracked. I says maybe I am, but
I'm going back to my old home town and spend the rest of my life
there and my surplus money, too. I want to beautify Wakefield, and
as near as I can remember there is room for improvement. It may not
be good business, but it is what I want to do. And also what I want
to know is, can I rely on the co-operation of the Wide-a-Wakefield
Club in doing its share to build up the old town into a genuine
metropolis? Also, what would be the probable cost of a desirable
site for the factory?

Hoping to receive a favorable reply from you at your earliest
convenience,
Yours truly,
LUKE B. SHELBY.

The chairman's grin had grown wider as he read and read. When he had
finished the letter he tossed it along the line. Every member read it
and shook with equal laughter.

"I wonder what kind of green goods he sells?" said Joel Spate, the owner
of the Bon-Ton Grocery.

"My father used to say to me," said Forshay, of the One-Price Emporium,
"whatever else you do, Jake, always suspicion the fellow that offers you
something for nothing. There's a nigger in the woodpile some'eres."

"That's so," said Soyer, the swell tailor, who was strong on second
thought.

"He says he's goin' to set up a fa