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OPTIMA

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14 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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12 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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11 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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10 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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9 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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8 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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7 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

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6 POINT OPTIMA, ITALIC AND DEMI-BOLD

PICAS

10 POINT

11 POINT

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OPTIMA

SOLID

6/6 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He
surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep melancholy settled down
upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet high! It seemed to him that life was hollow,
and existence but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank;
repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-
reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came
skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town
pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He
remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls
were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off
Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even then somebody generally
had to go after him. Tom said:

'Say, Jim; I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some.'

Jim shook his head, and said:

'Can't, Mar's Tom. Ole missis she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin'
'roun' wid anybody. She say she spec' Mar's Tom gwyne to ax me to whitewash, an' so she tole
me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business - she 'lowed she'd 'tend to de whitewashin'.'

'Oh, never you mind wnat she said, Jim. That's the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket
- I won't be gone only a minute. She won't ever know.'

'Oh, I dasn't, Mar's Tom. Ole missis she'd take an' tarde head offn me. 'Deed she would.'

'She! she never licks anybody - whacks 'em over the head with her thimble, and who cares
for that, I'd like to know? She talks awful, but talk don't hurt - anyways, it don't if she don't cry.

SOLID

7/7 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled
brush. He surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep
melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet
high! It seemed to him that life was hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing
he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the
operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the
far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box
discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo
Gals. Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's
eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was
company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always
there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and
fifty yards off Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even
then somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said:
'Say, Jim; I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some.'
Jim shook his head, and said:
'Can't, Mar's Tom. Ole missis she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not
stop foolin' 'roun' wid anybody. She say she spec' Mar's Tom gwyne to ax me to

2PT LEADED

6/8 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He
surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep melancholy settled down
upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet high! It seemed to him that life was hollow,
and existence but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank;
repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-
reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came
skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town
pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He
remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls
were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off
Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even then somebody generally
had to go after him. Tom said:

'Say, Jim; I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some.'

Jim shook his head, and said:

'Can't, Mar's Tom. Ole missis she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin'
'roun' wid anybody. She say she spec' Mar's Tom gwyne to ax me to whitewash, an' so she tole

2PT LEADED
7/9 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled
brush. He surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep
melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet
high! It seemed to him that life was hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing
he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the
operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the
far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box
discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo
Gals. Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's
eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was
company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always
there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and
fifty yards off Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even
then somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said:

4PT LEADED

6/10 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He
surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep melancholy settled down
upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet high! It seemed to him that life was hollow,
and existence but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank;
repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-
reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came
skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town
pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He
remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls
were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off
Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even then somebody generally
had to go after him. Tom said:

'Say, Jim; I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some.'

4PT LEADED
7/11 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled
brush. He surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep
melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet
high! It seemed to him that life was hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing
he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the
operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the
far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box
discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo
Gals. Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's
eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was
company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always
there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and

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

6/10 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and
the gladness went out of nature, and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence
nine feet high! It seemed to him that life was hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and
passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed
streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came
skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town pump had always
been hateful work in Tom's eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was company
at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading
playthings, quarrelling, fighting, skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and
fifty yards off Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even then somebody generally had to
go after him. Tom said:

'Say, Jim; I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some.'

Jim shook his head, and said:

'Can't, Mar's Tom. Ole missis she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' 'roun' wid anybody. She

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 6PT
7/11 PT Tom appeared on the side-walk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He
surveyed the fence, and the gladness went out of nature, and a deep melancholy settled down
upon his spirit. Thirty yards of broad fence nine feet high! It seemed to him that life was hollow,
and existence but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank;
repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-
reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came
skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town
pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He
remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls
were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting,
skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off
Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour; and even then somebody generally
had to go after him. Tom said:

Tom Sawyer Mark Twain

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