. The Saturday evening post. 15G THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 20,1020 s HAUGHTON ELEVATORSare SAFE HAUGHTON engineering principles do morethan meet the construction and teslrequirements of safety codes. They insuresafety under all conditions and throughout theentire life of the equipment. Liberal design and extreme construction stand-ards afford the best guarantee against interrup-tion of service and the greatest certainty ofcontinued safe operation no matter how constantand severe the duty. The strength and durability of HaughtonElevators not only insure maximum safety, butalso permit t
. The Saturday evening post. 15G THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 20,1020 s HAUGHTON ELEVATORSare SAFE HAUGHTON engineering principles do morethan meet the construction and teslrequirements of safety codes. They insuresafety under all conditions and throughout theentire life of the equipment. Liberal design and extreme construction stand-ards afford the best guarantee against interrup-tion of service and the greatest certainty ofcontinued safe operation no matter how constantand severe the duty. The strength and durability of HaughtonElevators not only insure maximum safety, butalso permit the greatest efficiency and economyof operation and reduce repair and upkeepexpense to the minimum. THE HAUGHTONELEVATOR AND MACHINE , Ohio. HAUGHTONELEVATORS THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 157 (Continued from Page 154) I It—its about—oh, look here, you re-tiember that beastly gambling business?Pff! We buried that ages —not altogether, I shot a queer glance at me, then shookbis head. My dear old fellow, when you gave mefour word off your own bat that youdsever touch another card at school I knewihere was nothing more to worry about onihat grabbed at a straw—a very wispy —it was a roulette board, I stam-mered. I had seen his mouth go hard before onDne or two occasions, but never for any-hing I had done. Ugh! How I hated it. Thats rather a miserable quibble,Dennis, he said slowly. I know, I answered. You—youiont think Im proud of myself! He lit a cigar and wandered toward thewindow. The silence seemed to last forages. Arent you going to say anything,Dad? Im doing my best, he answered, tofind what solace I can in the fact that youtold me. I knew how perfectly rotten my replywas bound to ap
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