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Correspondence: Letter from Florence R. Banks, Brunswick, to Clara. Miscellaneous letter. Undated

Banks, Florence

916 Abany st. Brunswick 
[Flora] I am Sorry I am not able 
to write But doing the Beast I 
can I am no Better But doing 
the Best I [line illegible] can my 
mine is so bad
I would have done wrote 
you before now I thought 
the insurance was gone
I am Sending the Money 
[illegible] Save it if you can I 
dont think I will be better 
it may help Put me a way I Send 
my hole Check trying to get 
well since I bin here trying 
Every day love to [J C] Bye Bye 
[illegible] florence R Banks
916 Albany St


English

Letter From Florence Banks to Clara

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Valdivian Venus #13.5

Card: A.T. Clark, A. B., Pastor Central Metropolitan, C. M. E. Church, 1245 Davis Street, Jacksonville, Florida. Handwritten note, verso: Curtis Leonard, 1528 Price, 30 yrs 6 yrs sick. Undated

Pastoral Residence, 1538 Davis Street
A. T. CLARK, A. B.
Pastor Central Metropolitan C. M. E. Church
1245 Davis Street Jacksonville, Florida



A. T. Clark, A. B., Pastor, Business Card

Card: Mrs. Jennie S. Coffey, 217 E. 88th Street, Jacksonville, Florida. Handwritten note, verso: 233 W 135. Undated

Jennie S. Coffey Business Card

Card: Johnnie Jackson\u27s Lunch, 2285 Seventh Ave., Between 134th and 135th Streets, Jacksonville, Florida. Handwritten note on verso: Mrs. Francis R. [Illegible] 55 West 98 Street 4th Floor c/o Bourke, Academy 8527. Undated

QUICK SERVICE 
NEVER CLOSED
JOHNNIE JACKSON'S LUNCH
2285 Seventh Ave.   Bet. 134th and 135th Sts.
WHOLESOME FOOD 
HOME COOKING
ESTIMATES FOR BANQUETS 
CHEERFULLY GIVEN



Johnnie Jackson\u27s Lunch Business Card

Card: F. W. Long, Road and Paving Contractor, 1510-11 Barnett Bank Building, Jacksonville, Florida. Handwritten notes, front: Bill Saunders auctioner in slavery. Written upside down: Uncle Anthony Bryant. Handwritten notes, verso: Bryant at Orange Park, [Tina]. mother died first in Jax, Father uncle Dock, Rubbin raised by her father Preacher, [Tina] Born at Orange Park. Undated

F. W. LONG
F. W. LONG & CO.
ROAD AND PAVING 
CONTRACTORS
PHONE 5-4309 
1510-12 Barnett Bank Bldg.
JACKSONVILLE. FLA.



German

F. W. Long Business Card

Newsclipping:  Emancipation Proclamation . Undated

EMANCIPATION PROCLAMATION
The coming celebration of the emanci- 
pation proclamation will be held the 
coming year in the auditorium of the 
Masonic temple,  corner of Broad and 
Duval streets. This will mark the fif- 
tieth year of the enfranchisement of the 
colored people in America and it is 
hoped that the affair will be one of the 
finest in the country. Every preparation 
has been made for a fine celebration and 
the program arranged for the occasion 
is one of the most elaborate in years.
The colored bank in the Masonic tem- 
ple building will be opened on the first 
of the year for inspection and all who 
attend the celebration may inspect the 
institution. This will mark the begin- 
ning of a new era in the city of Jack- 
sonville. The emancipation proclama- 
tion committee will meet  on next. Wed- 
nesday night at Bethel Baptist Institu- 
tional church and all are invited to at- 
tend. The meeting will be at 8 o’clock.


News Clipping, Emancipation Proclamation

Card: Southern Carpet Cleaning Works, A. L. Norris, Manager, Eleventh and Walnut St., Jacksonville, Florida. Handwritten notations, verso. Undated

MATTRESS RENOVATING
by the latest Improved Machinery. Feather Pillows 
Steamed, Cleaned and Feather Mattresses Made
Southern Carpet Cleaning Works
A. L. NORRIS, Manager
Phone 5-7045
RUG CLEANING of ALL KINDS
ELEVENTH & WALNUT STS., JACKSONVILLE, FLA.
1.9 * 12
156    N-156


Southern Carpet Cleaning Works Business Card

Leaflet: Women\u27s Christian Temperance Union pamphlet. Undated

When a City Goes Dry.
WHAT really happens when a town goes dry? Do the 
dire prophesies of a “dead town” actually come to 
pass? or millenial condition really materialize? There 
are thousands who are in honest doubt as to the answer, 
who want the plain facts of the case, and here they are:
Our town is a snappy city of fifty-four thousand in­
habitants. For years it was wet—very wet. Then came 
an almost unaccountable revulsion, and we had “high li­
cense, early closing, and a strictly regulated traffic,” and 
for two years we had perhaps the most strictly regulated 
wet town in the West.
Two years ago the pendulum swung to the dry side of 
the clock, and it hit with a bang so loud that everybody 
could hear it.
So, you see, our town has had her wild, “wide-open” 
days; she has had her period of “drought tempered with 
mercy and enforced with indifference”; and right now she 
undoubtedly is the driest city of her size in the United 
States.
Now what did really happen when the town went dry— 
real bone dry?
Meat Market Operator Tells His Experience.
Our town has a most remarkable meat market operator, 
and he has six markets in different parts of town. He gets 
the trade of the millionaire factory owner, of the cheapest 
laborer, and of all between them. I brought up the subject 
of the saloon with Jerry, the market man, because I hap­
pened to know that he had been strong for high license, 
and because nobody would ever accuse him of being nar­
row, bigoted, strait-laced, or anything of the sort.
“Would you put the town back on a wet basis, such as 
we had before, if you could, Jerry?” I asked.
“Never!” came the quick answer. “It’s a plain matter 
of business, mainly. My profits are fifty per cent greater 
today than when the town was wet. Not that the difference 
between saloons and no saloons has increased my trade 
fifty per cent, but there are families buying meat of me 
now regularly whose trade amounted to practically nothing 
when we had saloons. The money didn’t get home. Of 
course the man had some meat at the free lunch counter 
in the saloon, but the wife and the children tasted very 
little meat. Some people of this class are now good credit 
customers. Others pay cash.
“There is a remarkable difference in the collection 
end of our business. On the whole volume of our trade 
the losses in bad debts amounted to a large sum when 
our town was wet. When this town went dry, we began 
to collect the bad debts. Our percentage of credit loss on 
current business began to shrink soon after the saloons 
went, and now it is so small that it really amounts to 
very little.
“Then with the saloon wiped off the map, my help 
became more efficient in every way. I have one man work­
ing with me now who was with me through the high- 
license period. He drew good wages, but he was never 
thirteen cents ahead of the game—never! Part of the 
time he was so badly ‘soaked’ that he was almost useless. 
He had ‘tabs’ at the saloons, and those had to be paid 
first before his store accounts were settled; so he was 
always behind. When the town went dry, he took a few 
pay-day trips to the nearest town where booze is sold. 
But he soon dropped that; it was too much trouble. What 
has been the result? That man has more than thirteen 
hundred dollars in a savings account in the bank—saved 
in two dry years. He is a fair example of thousands in 
this city.
“On the score of its effect on business, there isn’t a 
single justification for the saloon. I always thought there 
was until experience pounded a change of conviction into 
me, just as it has into hundreds of business men in this 
town. We all know better now.”
Lumber and Coal Merchant .
I talked with our lumber and coal man, whose trade is 
mainly from families of the working class. He is a con­
servative man, always careful in his statements.
“There is just this difference,” he declared: “Since the 
city went dry, we have been collecting accounts that were 
deadwood. They would have been utterly worthless had 
the city remained wet.” Reaching for his ledger, he point­
ed to an account, and continued: “There’s a case of a 
man. He couldn’t get credit for a bundle of laths when we 
had license. But when the town went dry, we saw that 
after a little he quit chasing out of the city for booze, 
and finally settled down to steady work and to taking 
care of his family. He came in and said he wanted to 
build on his lot. We told him he could have credit for all 
the material that he needed. Now he has bought several 
hundred dollars’ worth of stuff and paid promptly. That 
man is just a fair representative of a lot of others— 
perfectly good pay when the town is dry, and good for 
nothing when the town is wet.”
Owns Store in a Dry Town and One in a Wet Town.
A large clothing and shoe merchant in the center of the 
town had this to say: “Business under the best wet ad­
ministration this town ever had was not to be compared 
with what it is now that it is dry. I’m collecting accounts 
right along that are outlawed; just as long as we had 
saloons, they were absolutely uncollectable.
“You hear a lot of talk to the effect that when a town 
goes dry, men who like their drink and are strong for 
personal liberty will go to some other town to spend their 
money, and the merchants there will get it. I happen to 
know how much truth there is in that theory, for the 
reason that I own another store in the town that gets 
about all the trade that goes out of our town in order to 
get booze. I carry the same line of goods there as here; 
my store there is run by two young men who are uncom­
monly popular; rents are cheaper there than here, and so
are some other expenses. I give close personal attention 
to the business there as I do here. If that doesn’t furnish 
a sound basis of wet and dry comparison, I don’t know 
where you will find one. My store in the town that gets 
our booze pilgrims—several hundred of them every pay 
day—is not only steadily dropping in profits, but also 
in volume of trade. The store here is as steadily going 
the other way. The facts shown me by my ledger and my 
cash book have forced me to the conviction that there was 
never a more childish theory palmed off on a credulous 
public than the theory that saloons help business. I’m 
ashamed whenever I remember that I once believed it 
myself.
Real Estate Men Were Scared Stiff.
Jones, the real estate man, laughed when I asked him 
if he had found a wet town better for real estate than a 
dry town.
“One of the business associations here,” he remarked, 
“took a straw vote, the other day, on the wet or dry ques­
tion; out of the two hundred and ten men voting, how 
many do you think wanted to go back to a wet town? Just 
ten! When our town went dry and about fifty store lo­
cations were thrown on the market in one day, property 
owners and real estate men were scared stiff. It really 
looked as if property values were going to drop. But just 
as soon as dry conditions had a chance to demonstrate 
themselves, rentals and real estate values not only came 
back to where they were, but they became still better.
“Our town, as you know, had added thousands to its 
population under dry rule; and who is the best buyer of 
lot property—the man who is spending his money in the 
saloon or the man who is keeping sober? There is only 
one answer to that, as we real estate men know.
“And how about the factories? Dry territory looks 
mighty good to them—make no mistake on that score! 
Booze is one of the big troubles in factory management.”
Forest Crissy in Ladies’ Home Journal.
THE MILLER PRESS,


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