by Nigel G. Mitchell
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"Advertising is the foot on the accelerator, the hand on the throttle, the spur on the flank that keeps our economy surging forward."
-Robert W. Sarnoff
"The product that will not sell without advertising will not sell profitably with advertising."
-Albert Lasker
Quinn watched a chicken run across the straw-laden floor of the Dominion Hotel. It darted expertly among the people in the lobby, finally running behind the front desk.
Quinn looked back at the clerk, Gomez Calhoun, who was muttering to himself as he worked a calculator.
"Okay," he said, "that's a four-bedroom for six days and five nights, plus room service...that'll be three chickens, fifteen apples, and a new hammer."
"Got it." Quinn turned to Wade, who was holding the handles of a wheelbarrow loaded with goods and produce.