I don't know if these are National Labor Board statistics.





Usually Mr. Coffee Nerves gets a panel to stand around the wreckage of other people's lives, and laugh, translucently. This time he's pitched into doubt right away.

I never thought about this before, but he could have . . . coffee nerves.

Again, the conclusion is simple: caffin has made you resist the noseless alien who controls your life, and that's what causes the psychological toil. THEY LIVE