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The Boss breezed into his son's tiny office, bringing with him fumes of ten million candles being dipped, setting Junior's wax allergies off. "Any mail?"
"Two letters, Father," the youngster sneezed, "Thomas Edison invites investors for his proposed electric illuminating company, and secondly, our Kerosene operation's won the railroad lamps contract across the United States."
"Perfect!" beamed the Boss, "With the Gaslight business established in all the major cities, 1880 will be a bumper year, my boy, Let's celebrate over lunch!"
"What shall I do about Edison's letter, Pop?"
"Tell Edison to stick his proposal where the sun don't shine!"

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