If you were a business in 1920, you didn’t need a marketing department. You needed a sign. George Sweet Sr. understood this before most people could spell “brand.” A sign wasn’t just a slab of wood or a splash of neon paint, it was your business’s first handshake with the world.
And unlike advertising copy, which disappears into the ether, a sign is gloriously, obstinately permanent. It says: We exist. We’ll be here tomorrow. And we’re worth noticing. That was George’s insight: signs weren’t decoration, they were reputation, cast in steel and lit up in neon.