THIS IS A PRINTING OFFICE
Crossroads of civilization
Refuge of all the arts against the ravages of time
Armoury of fearless truth against whispering rumour, incessant trumpet of trade
From this place words may fly abroad not to perish on waves of sound, not to vary with the writer’s hand
Fixed in time, having been verified by proof
Friend, you stand on sacred ground, this is a printing office.
-Beatrice L. Warde
1900-1969















