INSURANCE CANVASSING.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 176, 16 July 1901, Page 3

INSURANCE CANVASSING.

TO THE EBITOR. wild dream is too extravagant for a fevered-and distorted imagination, and Mr Wallace's last phantom, that I am a "rival agent, I emphatically deny. This conclusion Mr Wallace arrived at after consultation with the policy holders under the oombined table. All I «an say is that the number must be very limited considering the short time he has had for the " interview." My first letter was ■imply a Warning to persons about -to insure to see what they Were doing, and I did Hot say any insurance was affooted in Waimate. You are a good bluff player,. Mr but the readers of this journal will be the best jurists as to whether what has transpired is an advertisement for the combined tables of the Mutual Life Association of Australasia. I will reptiduce the condi.ioa I quoted before:—"No compensation will be payable for injuries arising ,< from natural disease or following the hounds in the huuting field, or ridingraces, or "driving -raced' or,, steeple'chasing, or playing ,p >lo, or football, or duelling, or w*r, or from any medical or surgical operation except whetie amputation. U tendered necessary "by some injury covered by this policy." Also please remember that persons insuring in 1H94 will have to wait till 1904 befde they can avail themselves of any of i their bonus, except they die, or their policy falk in. Mr Wallace is endeavouring to take your readers' attention off these points, but it won't wash. The assertion that " Bitten" and " An ExCanvas-eer* are bhe same is simply a taradiddle, but I may remark it is easier to avoid the. point of a bayonet than run in agajnst it. In conclusion, permit me, Mr Editor, to state that my letter contained three points, (1) a warning to those about to insure to look before they leap, (2) condition relating to accident, (3) reference to bonus. How far Mr Wallace has replied to thorn I will let your readers judge for themselves.— I am, etc., Bitten.

TO THE HDITO'-, Sib,—Poor Wallace I I am sorry for your plight, but I am grieved that I won my fight by default, as this is not after the fashion of my heart. Let me tell you, old fallow, that I don't know Bitten from a crow, but I do know YOU. So good bye,—l am, etc., An ex Canvarskr.