Death Demands a Payment

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Death demands a payment. But first, if you'll bear with me for a moment, I'd like to make a suggestion about your car. Because right now, it's a very valuable possession. When you won't be able to replace until six months or a year after the war, Keeping your present car running is dependent on current lubrication, more so than most people realize.

When you leave your car anywhere handy and just say, agrees it, you're likely to find later that certain hard-to-find lubrication points have been missed. And in these times, even minor repairs can lay a car up for days.

If lubrication fails on parts you can't repair or replace, then you're really out of luck. It doesn't seem worth that much worry, does it? especially when getting acquainted with a convenient signal dealer can relieve you of it.

He knows his stuff, uses the auto manufacturers own lubrication chart and taking care of your car. In fact, checks every lubrication point twice. You see, he's not just an attendant, but an independent businessman in his community, with a genuine interest in keeping his customers' cars in service. I think you find it pleasant and profitable to have him caught view as one of his

regulars. So stop by next week for a really correct lubrication job or anything else on which your signal dealer can help you out. I believe you'll thank me for the tip. And now? And I know many things before I walk by night. I know many strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow. Yes, I know the