) Samuel Insul began to think he owned al thatthe way a man owns the rol of bil s in his back pocket. A little coalblack youngster ran up and asked did they want some mountain chicken. Dick said he'd make out al right, he didn't want any of the damned insurance. ck should feel his responsibilities he put it in the form of a note maturing in five years at four percent interest.
-446-The day his case came up for trial the press was ful of hints of German victories. By the time he was stand-ing in the elevator with a sprinkling of stoutish fortyish wel dressed men, executives like himself getting to their offices late, he had a definite sharp headache. His hands would always be cold when he shook hands with the chairman and other speakers on the platform. His eyes had that look and there was a flush on his usual y white face.
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