Three months ago, when I set out to reduce my belt line and my collar size, I snatched the beam down ker-smack at two hundred and thirty-six pounds, stripped.

This morning I weighed exactly one hundred and ninety-seven, including amalgam fillings and the rights of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian.
One hundred and eighty-five pounds is my ultimate aim.

Howsoever, I may keep right on when I attain that figure and justify the title of this book by taking a full one third off.

In either event, though, I shall know exactly where I am going and I'm on my way.

And I feel bully and I'm happy about it and boastfully proud.
Three rousing cheers for lithesome grace regained! THE END [Transcriber's note: Obvious typos in this project were corrected.].