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Show Nothing Doing Thero. "A persistent insurance agent had long been pestering a certain engine driver to take out a policy on his life. Meeting with little success, he called at the works where the man was employed and endeavored to : work on his fears. "Now, look there," said the agent, ' pointing to a couple of huge boilers close at hand. "If they were to explode, ex-plode, where would you be?" "There's no knowln'," was the reply. re-ply. "I might be anywhere at the time safe 1' bed for choice!" "Yes, yes," said the agent; "but that isn't what I mean. If they were to blow up now at this Identical moment mo-ment " "Well, 1' that case," replied the other, quietly, "I reckon me an' thee 'ud finish our little argyment up 1' the clouds!" Then the agent gave It up. Tit-Bits. |