The International Typebook 28

CENTURY OLD STYLE

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14 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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12 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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11 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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10 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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9 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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8 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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7 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

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6 POINT CENTURY OLD STYLE, ITALIC AND BOLD

PICAS

10 POINT

11 POINT

CENTURY OLD STYLE

SOLID

i PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright that it even
shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily
stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole'town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-
engines shone with it, the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it. the mills throughout their
many storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairv palaces was like the breath
of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert But no
temperature made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their wearisome
heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and drv fair
weather and foul. The measured motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute
Coketown had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer hum of
insects, it could offer, all the year round from the dawn of Monday to the night of Saturday the
whirr of shafts and wheels.

Drowsily they whirred all through this sunny day, making the passenger more sleepy and
more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a
little cooled the main streets and the shops; but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at
a fierce heat. Down upon the river that was black and thick with dye, some Coketown boys
vvho were at large - a rare sight there - rowed a crazy boat, which made a spumous track upon
the water as it jogged along, while every dip of an oar stirred up vile smells. But the sun
itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely-
looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does
the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed

SOLID

7/7 PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright
that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could
not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into
actory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy
visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil.
There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with
i , the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like
the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled
languidly in the desert. But no temperature made the melancholy mad elephants
more mad or more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same
rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The
measured motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute Coketown
had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer hum of
insects, it could offer all the year round from the dawn of Monday to the night of
Saturday, the whirr of shafts and wheels.

Drowsily they whirred all through this sunny day, making the passenger
more sleepy and more hot as he passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-
blinds. and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and the shops;

2PT LEADED

The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright that it even
shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.
Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps, and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-
engines shone with it, the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their
many storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath
of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no
temperature made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their wearisome
heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair
weather and foul. The measured motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute
Coketown had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer hum of
insects, it could offer, all the year round from the dawn of Monday to the night of Saturday, the
whirr of shafts and wheels.

2PT LEADED

1 he streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright
that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could
not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into
factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy
visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil.
There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with
it, the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like
the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled
languidly in the desert. But no temperature made the melancholy mad elephants
more mad or more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same
rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The
measured motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute Coketown
had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer hum of
insects, it could offer, all the year round from the dawn of Monday to the night of

4PT LEADED

PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day. and the sun was so bright that it even 7/11 PT

shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could not be looked at steadily.

Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps, and
posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town
seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-
engines shone with it, the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it. the mills throughout their
many storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath
of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no
temperature made the melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their wearisome
heads went up and down at the same rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair
weather and foul. The measured motion of their shadows on thè walls, was the substitute
Coketown had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer hum of
insects, it could offer, all the year round from the dawn of Monday to the night of Saturday, the
whirr of shafts and wheels.

4PT LEADED

The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day, and the sun was so bright
that it even shone through the heavy vapour drooping over Coketown, and could
not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low underground doorways into
factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy
visages, and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil.
There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. The steam-engines shone with
it. the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many
storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like
the breath of the simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled
languidly in the desert. But no temperature made the melancholy mad elephants
more mad or more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same
rate, in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry, fair weather and foul. The
measured motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute Coketown

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 5PT

PT The streets were hot and dusty on the summer day. and the sun was so bright that it even shone through the 7/11 PT
heavy vapour drooping over Coketown. and could not be looked at steadily. Stokers emerged from low
underground doorways into factory yards, and sat on steps, and posts, and palings, wiping their swarthy visages,
and contemplating coals. The whole town seemed to be frying in oil. There was a stifling smell of hot oil
everywhere. The steam-engines shone with it. the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it. the mills throughout
their many storeys oozed and trickled it. The atmosphere of those Fairy palaces was like the breath of the
simoom and their inhabitants, wasting with heat, toiled languidly in the desert. But no temperature made the
melancholy mad elephants more mad or more sane. Their wearisome heads went up and down at the same rate,
in hot weather and cold, wet weather and dry. fair weather and foul. The measured motion of their shadows on
the walls, was the substitute Coketown had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer
hum of insects, it could offer, all the year round from the dawn of Monday to the night of Saturday, the whirr of
shafts and wheels.

Drowsily they whirred all through this sunny day. making the passenger more sleepy and more hot as he
passed the humming walls of the mills. Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 6PT

Hard Times' Charles Dickens