#Gothic No. 13
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uwmspeccoll · 11 months ago
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Typography Tuesday
Before the holidays on December 16, the Milwaukee Public Library held its third Art Book Club session, a informal art book appreciation gathering that meets once a month in the Art, Music, and Recreation Department of the Central Library. The theme for this meeting was "Technology" and there were all manner of beautifully-designed technology books to peruse and ogle over. It was an immersive experience, and of course I was particularly pleased to spend time with the type specimen books.
This week I highlight one of those books, Specimen Book Linotype Faces, published in Brooklyn, New York by the Mergenthaler Linotype Company in 1939. The typefaces displayed here are:
Century Bold, designed by Milwaukee-born Morris Fuller Benton in 1900.
Gothic No. 13, by Morris Fuller Benton ca. 1900.
Franklin Gothic, designed by Benton in 1903.
Metro Light, designed by W. A. Dwiggins in the early 1930s.
Garamond No. 3, originally designed for American Type Founders by Morris Fuller Benton in the late 1910s and licensed to Linotype's American branch around 1936.
Memphis, originally designed for the Stempel Type Foundry by Rudolf Wolf in 1929.
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-- MAX, Head, Special Collections
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magenta13 · 7 months ago
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my room (im moving in a few months tho :/)
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perversion666 · 3 months ago
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album covers 𖤐
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j0celynh0rr0r · 2 months ago
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<3
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wednesdays13th · 8 months ago
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Murderdolls
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witchrealms · 5 days ago
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xxebony-the-strangexx · 2 years ago
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nightmaredollyyy · 3 months ago
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𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖘 | 𝕺𝖟𝖟𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖙 2010, 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 🖤🤘☠️
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marvelousbelladonna · 1 year ago
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How is Fearne feeling about Imogen and her lightning marks, as well as her dreams? Fearne waking up Imogen from her nightmare is the most scared we've ever seen ner.
Fearne didn’t want to lose Imogen and then have to tell Laudna 😭😖
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iminthebackdrinkingpepsi · 16 days ago
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They don’t understand
I’m a dreamer
And I had big dreams for the country
Not for what it could do but for how it could feel
How it could think how it could dream.
I know I know -who am I to dream for you
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magenta13 · 7 months ago
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blackrosesandwhump · 3 months ago
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Augusnippets Day 13: Poisoning
CW: hero whumpee, poisoned, open ending
Staring at nothing, hero took a sip from his glass, feeling the heat from the crowded room creep beneath his mask. So many people, so much light, inescapable noise and colors and motion—he took a deep breath and pulled at his collar. For a moment, he watched the dancing couples in the middle of the ballroom, willing his senses to calm down. But the whirling, swirling movement made his head swim. He looked away, glancing around for a path through the crowd, a way to escape—
“Enjoying yourself, I hope?” Someone touched his elbow. The newcomer smiled. The eyeholes of his mask were dark slits above his curving mouth. “Not leaving already? You’ll miss the grand finale.”
Hero took another breath. His throat felt dry. “Thank you, but I—I must excuse myself.” The words tumbled out, disconnected and strange.
The man seemed to look him up and down. “What a shame.” He flourished his own glass in a dismissive motion, the smile still plastered across his face.
Hero said nothing and turned away, half- stumbling to the door of the ballroom. In the quieter hallway outside he stopped and ripped off his elaborate mask with a shaking hand. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel sick? Why did his—
His head swam again, and he threw out an arm to catch himself just in time. He needed to rest, he needed—but his thoughts drifted apart and he couldn’t think. His mask dropped to the floor as he made his way forward. Dimly, he sensed people watching him, staring at him as he gasped for breath, as pain cracked through his chest and he collapsed.
“What’s…happening to me…” he rasped, clutching his throat.
And then, as he faded, that voice came again, the same smug, cold voice from before. “What do you think is happening, hero? I should think it would be obvious.”
Obvious…hero gasped raggedly, trying to breathe. Poison. Villain had poisoned him. The wine.
Then the world turned dark.
@augusnippets
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krysxvoid · 9 months ago
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lostinaf0rest · 2 years ago
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year ago
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The Cure - Let's Go To Bed
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witchrealms · 4 months ago
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