The Kodak Salesman . all, sellhimself to his community before hecan achieve success. I had never been much of achurch-goer, yet I attended thi.^ministers church regularly as longas I was in his city, and Ill tellyou why. One stormy, sleety night I wasmaking my way towards a down-town cigar store when suddenlydown I went ker-flop into the was possible, though not politelypermissible, I let out a few wordsbest represented here as Before I could arise, a strongarm gripped me and stood me onmy feet, . and a hearty voice ex-claimed, Come on in and have acigar and then youll feel better. Tr
The Kodak Salesman . all, sellhimself to his community before hecan achieve success. I had never been much of achurch-goer, yet I attended thi.^ministers church regularly as longas I was in his city, and Ill tellyou why. One stormy, sleety night I wasmaking my way towards a down-town cigar store when suddenlydown I went ker-flop into the was possible, though not politelypermissible, I let out a few wordsbest represented here as Before I could arise, a strongarm gripped me and stood me onmy feet, . and a hearty voice ex-claimed, Come on in and have acigar and then youll feel better. Trwas the minister. I received no shocked look ofsurprise or grief at my unseemlylanguage, which he surely musthave heard, nor did he refer to itin any way then or thereafter. The following year the twenty-fourth of May was slated for Mon-dav. and on the Sunday precedingT happened to be passing a newsdealers store at just about the Sun-day School hour. (If I have beencorrectly informed.) The news dealer carried a stock. of fireworks, and most earnestly in-specting the display, was a smallboy. At this juncture, along came myministerial friend. He noticed the youngster, withhis nose flattened against the win-dow inspecting the fireworks dis-play, and so he strolled over andasked, Going to have a good timeto-morrow, son? No, sir, responded the kid;I havent got any money. Reaching out his hand the Rev-erend handed over a half you are son, make a lot ofnoise to-morrow, and never a wordas to why he was not in SundaySchool, or other inquiry as to hisspiritual or moral welfare. After he had departed, theyoungster turned to me and thats the minister over to thebig church ; hes a good gnv. ainthe? What that minister had to sellwas his broad knowledge of, andlove for. humanity, and he soldhimself to our community as nominister ever has before or since. His auditorium was over twicethe size of any other in the city,and it was packed to the doors atevery service. Now, wh
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