Harmon Brothers ad, 2 versions
It’s called “A-B Testing” in modern marketing. Can you spot the differences? Which version got a better response?
It’s called “A-B Testing” in modern marketing. Can you spot the differences? Which version got a better response?
I’ll merely excerpt this lengthy early-frontier era Eastern Oregon anecdote from a late-frontier era California newspaper. OREGON WILDS. Lost in a Driving Snowstorm on a Desolate Prairie. BLIND SEARCH FOR A TRAIL. Frightful Fall… Continue reading
This little new discovery is one of the earliest substantial Chinook Jargon texts ever published. It’s doggerel, self-proclaimed. The eye-dialect spellings (Costigan’s Irish accent?) in the English parts are a giveaway about that… Continue reading
(Back to: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.) <Ch. 7. The Magi.> Tlun taii shako nanish ShK. Three chiefs visit Jesus. <1.> Wik lili pi… Continue reading
(View & hear Dale McCreery reading parts 1-6 aloud!) (Back to: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.) Wach man kopa lamuto. The guards over the sheep. … Continue reading
(View & hear Dale McCreery reading parts 1-6 aloud!) (Back to: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.) ShK chako tanas. Jesus is born. … Continue reading
(View & hear Dale McCreery reading parts 1-6 aloud!) (Back to: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.) the Baptist.> SShB shako tanas. John the Baptist is born. Iaka k’o iaka son pus There… Continue reading
(View & hear Dale McCreery reading parts 1-6 aloud!) (Back to: Part 1. Part 2.) Mari klatwa nanish iaka kosin Ilisabit. Mary goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth. Lisash kilapai… Continue reading
(View & hear Dale McCreery reading parts 1-6 aloud!) (Back to Part 1) With the stage set by Zacharias’ vision and Elizabeth’s pregnancy with the future John the Baptist, Joseph and Mary come… Continue reading
(View & hear Dale McCreery reading parts 1-6 aloud!) The Christmas story from the New Testament, told in a condensed form by a 19th-century priest, for your enlightenment. Lisash shako wawa kopa SShB… Continue reading