The Green Forest tribune., 1911-05-05
An Unpardonable Crime.
From a Sermon Delivered by Rev. R. Keene Ryan of the Garfield Boulevard Pres
 byterian Church. Chicago, Illinois,

(From Sermon Delivered by Rev. R. Keene Ryan of the Garfield Boulevard Pres
 byterian Church, Chicago, IIlinois)
 T am no insurance agent but do not hes itate to say that modern insurance comes nearer to getting something for nothing than any other institution of our times.
 Indeed, so cheap and certain it has become that no man, HOWEVER POOR, is without excuse who does not take advantage of the in ducements offered him to lay up little money to bury him when dead, and provide support for his loved ones when he is called away.
 It is an nnpardonable crime when a father and husband with a wife and children de- pending upon him, neglects this sacred ObliPa- tion uses up each week his wages, and in moment of time is stricken by death compels his friends to bury him: leaves his family des- titute and objects of pity and charity.
 Though l should live a thousand years I never could forget the picture Of just such scene as this saw in Mount Hope Cemetery few days ago. l was called upon to preach the funeral sermon of 8 man who was clerk in one of the great railroad offices down town. He had beautiful little home. He lived life of simple. happy ease.
 In vain did insurance agents importune him to carry just little insurance, Re lived each week to the limit of his salary, saving nothing. One day last week he sitting at his desk writing and whistling, when suddenly his whistling ceased, lis writing stopped, his head dropped forward on his book and his heart ceased to throb.
 When his accounts were footed up he had nothing. The boys in the office had to defray all funeral expenses, and they were just as poor as he. One dollar week invested in life insurance would have avoided all this. The saddest sight think l ever witnessed was his delicate little wife, standing beside that open grave with the cold wind whistling through the barren trees sobbing as though her heart would break, with not enough money in her pocket-book to buy her lunch and pay her way back to her cheerless home. And after she returned to her home, what then?-no bread in the pantry. no money in the purse, no coal in the bunker. and lhe next months rent due. It is a pity that such hus- bands and fathers cannot suffer the penalty of their own folly; but, unfortunately the suf- fer ing is endured by their luckless wives and unfortunate children" :"
 Compare the above sad story of no life insurance, dear reader, with the following letters of acknowledgement and you can readily see that is wise plan to provide for your loved ones through life insurance
 Gravette, Ark, April IA, 1911. Don L. Cross, District Manager,
 The Bankers Life Association,
 Fayetteville, Ark.
 My Dear Sir:-I take this opportuni- ty to express my WarmeSt apprecia- tion to The Bankers Life Association of Des Moines, la, in the courteous treatment accorded me while paying the insurance which my late husband, Dr. A. H. Hull had in this Association. My husband carried quite a number of other Life Insurance Policies but let them all lapse except The Bankers Life which he had been carrying for Is years and which he considered the strongest and safest insurance company The check which received March 15, was for S4, 091. GO, and the $91 00 l was not expecting, as this was the guaran- tee deposit on the policy. Yours truly,
 Mrs. A. H. Hull,
 Administratrix.
 Bentonville, Ark, May g, 1910. The Bankers Life Association,
 Des Moines, Iowa.
 Gentlemen:-Thep proof on my late husband $ Policy in your company was mailed on April 30th and on May 2nd the check was issued in full payment of the policy.
 I desire to express my sincere thanks for the promptness in paying this poli- cy and most heartily recommend The Bankers Life Association to every per son needing first-class insurance.
 The check which 1 received today for S2, ,044.0 % was $44.G0 more than 1 ex- pected, being the amount of my hus- bands guarantee deposit on the policy.
 Very truly yours,
 Jessie D. Dickinson. Chas. C. O'Neal, Special Agent, o4 Croo,, LTovoc+