H. R. Rippeth - Furniture Dealer
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- Name
- H. R. Rippeth - Furniture Dealer
- Retail
- Furniture and Home Furnishings Stores
- Founded
- Date unknown
- Dissolved
- Date unknown
- Founders
- Creston, 44217, Ohio, United States
"Klondike Bill"
- Now Uncle" said Fannie, we must surely have our houses both on the farm and also here in town papered and fixed up before we can move in them. And as this is the season for house cleaning and renovating you will very readily know that is no small job. As the house here in Creston must be papered. Who do you think would be the proper person to see about doing that work for us. Oh as for tat my child there are many people here who claim to be paper hangers. But the best one of the lot that I know of is Mrs. Anna Hostetler, who has but recently moved her fine assortment of medium and high grade wall paper into the building near Ed. Greenawald's garage. Mrs. Hostetler carries an excellent line of new and up-to date wall paper and she is an A 1 paperhanger and her charges are very reasonable too, said "Uncle Bill."
"Having provided you with a cage for the bird" said Uncle Bill, "now the first thing we will look after us the fyrbusgubgs for us. Hereupon Fannie energetically declared that she had heard so much about H. R. Rippeth's furniture store, that she decided to go there for furniture. The result was that they were ushered into such a be wildering display of medium and high priced furniture that the girl was first at a loss to know how to select. But she soon yielded to the seductiveness of a magnificent parlor suit in golden oak finish that would do credit to any parlor room in town. To this she added rockers and a fine couch for Uncle Bill, and also one of those elegant $25.00 golden oak bedroom sets for the servant girl, and didn't forget a most convenient writing desk for "Hubby John." They also bought rughs, shades and a fine sewing machine at H. R. Rippeth's furniture store." [1]
- "Only one thing remains replied Uncle Bill, reflectively, but I can remedy that. H. R. Ripperth, the furniture dealer always has a nice line of them, and you can get one whenever you want it-- I'll pay for the best." "Why Uncle, what on earth can it be?" "Well, it's a go cart and a--" but Fannie had fainted."
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