Theories are the bane of this type. He just naturally doesn't believe
in them. Scientific discoveries, unless they have to do with some new
means of adding to his personal comforts, are taboo. The next time this
one about "fat men dying young" is mentioned in his presence listen to
his jolly roar. The speed with which he disposes of it will be beautiful
to see!
"Say, I feel like a million dollars!" he will assure you if you read
this chapter to him. "And I'll bet the folks who wrote that book are a
pair of grouches who have forgotten what a square meal tastes like!"
Where the T-Bones Go
When you catch a three-inch steak homeward bound you will usually find
it tucked under the arm of a well-rounded householder. When his salary
positively prohibits the comforts of parlor, bedroom and other parts of
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