My Dad always told me he worked all summer selling Rosebud Salve when he was 10 years old in order to sell enough to fulfill a similar offering. His goal was a Stevens Crack shot 22 that was the object of his dreams. The Salve arrived but still waiting on the rifle. When he was 65, I happened to see a nice one in a gun store, bought it, refinished the stock and metal, and gave it to him for Christmas. It was the only time I ever saw him cry.
I suspect a lot of young subscription sellers suffered the same fate.
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