Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1899-12-07

HIM should have guessed you
were considerably over that. However,
on the basis of-here it is-at 80 it
would cost you, on each 81 900, only
$3.50, Mr.. Civilians. Figuring on the
basis of-of As, let us say, it would cost
only S17.88 a year, or little over $50
year on s. 900. / defy the world, Mr..
Civilians, to equal those figures"
do you belong to any church, Mr..
Scorjel?"
mo, I'm not exactly member. /
attend church pretty regularly, though.
believe in churches, and all that, Of
course. I've taken the application of
hundreds of church members. In fact,
the Unpuncturable almost makes a spe-
cialty, you might say, of insuring that
kind of people. 1t pays bigger divi-
dends, Mr.. Civilians, than any COM
Ipany-"
What is your first name, Mr.. Scor-
jel?"
Godfrey"
20, yes. I remember. Ever in
McConnellsville, OF"
81 never was. Now"
Handsome old town. Some of the
best people l have ever known came
from McConnellsville. If ever you
have the chance, Mr.. Scorjel, you must
visit McConnellsville, without fail"
Eyes. I certainly will. How much
life insurance did you say you were
carving Mr. Gwil1iamc7n
81 didn't say, Mr.. Scorjel. | said
was carrying all the life insurance
wanted to carry, Mr.. Scorjel."
81 know, of course, how it always
strikes a man when anybody talks life
insurance to him. If he's asked
straight up and down if he wants any
life insurance nine times out of ten he
says he doesn't. But when / can get
man to listen for just a few minutes
while l show him how much better our
plan is than any other, Mr.. CIVIL
liams-"
by the way, Mr.. Scorjel, did you
take up oxygen as special study?"
Il can't say | ever did"
Its a wonderfully fascinating sub
ject. The air we breathe, Mr.. Scorjel,
as you may be aware, is composed of
about 81 parts oxygen and 70 parts
hydrogen. With every breath you
draw you cause the air to lose about
per cent. of it's oxygen. If we sup
pose you breather twenty-six cubic
inches of air at each inspiration, and
breathe eighteen times a minute, you
cause 468 cubic inches of air to pass
through your lungs every minute, and
in an hour you vitiate, Mr.. Scorjel, a
quantity of air equal to"
ut wouldn't take me two minutes,
Mr.. Civilians, to-"
But passing by the mere question : :
figures, Mr.. Scorjel, let us consider oxy-
gen in it's relation to the blood. The
oxygen is taken up by the lungs and
carried off in the arterial circulation,
imparting to the blood in the process
the bright red color"
Now there's no use of your trying
to have fun with me, Mr.. Civilians
Il don't like to mention it, Mr.. Scor-
jel, but you have been chewing a wood
en- toothpick ever since you came in.
| may be unduly fastidious, but the
habit offends me. A man who goes
around chewing a toothpick-thanks;
you look better now-will run his arm
behind a girls elbow and grab her
hand in his as he walks along the
street with her"
Then I suppose, Mr. Civilians, it's
no use to"
mot the least in the world. Mr.. Scor-
jel The girl doesn't need to be sup
ported in that manner"
Think you're smart, don't you Mr..
Civilians"
Beg pardon, Mr.. Scorjel, but if you
interrupt me in this way how can tell
you what l think of a man who wipes
his face with his handkerchief and
then looks at the handkerchief to see
the result"
What kind of a blamed old"
That's right, Mr.. Scorjel! Swear
and call names, Mr.. Scorjel! l don't
mind it, you half-civilized boor. I'm
used to it. If were not the most pa
tent man since Job I'd be in hot water
all the time, for somebody is always
trying to irritate me. But | won't be
irritated, confound you! Some men
would get up and kick you out of the
office, Mr. Scorjel. but l shall simply
hello, James! Show this man the
nearest way to the elevator, will your"
TiBETAN DEATH DANCES.