<BGSOUND SRC="rebecca1.mid"> Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe: Insurance Brokers A smiling man rises from behind a huge oak desk and shakes your hand. "Welcome to Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe. I see by your hospital gown that you need to renew your life insurance. I'm Mr. Howe and I'd like to discuss your insurance needs. Have you ever thought what will happen to your loved ones if you aren't in the picture?" Desperately, you shove a pile of groats at Mr. Howe and race for the door, clutching your new policy, your gown flapping. "I can make you a great deal on a better policy if you'd like?" calls Mr. Howe as the elevator doors close behind you, cutting off his spiel.
A smiling man rises from behind a huge oak desk and shakes your hand. "Welcome to Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe. I see by your hospital gown that you need to renew your life insurance. I'm Mr. Howe and I'd like to discuss your insurance needs. Have you ever thought what will happen to your loved ones if you aren't in the picture?" Desperately, you shove a pile of groats at Mr. Howe and race for the door, clutching your new policy, your gown flapping. "I can make you a great deal on a better policy if you'd like?" calls Mr. Howe as the elevator doors close behind you, cutting off his spiel.
Desperately, you shove a pile of groats at Mr. Howe and race for the door, clutching your new policy, your gown flapping.
"I can make you a great deal on a better policy if you'd like?" calls Mr. Howe as the elevator doors close behind you, cutting off his spiel.