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Once you do , and it 's only a matter of time before you 've got to place the remnants in the hands of a doctor as receiver ; and receivers are mighty partial to fees and mighty slow to let go . But if you do n't work with him to get the business back on a sound basis there 's no such thing as any further voluntary proceedings , and the remnants become remains . It 's a mighty simple thing , though , to keep in good condition , because about everything that makes for poor health has to get into you right under your nose . Yet a fellow 'll load up with pie and buckwheats for breakfast and go around wondering about his stomach-ache , as if it were a put-up job that had been played on him when he was n't looking ; or he 'll go through his dinner pickling each course in a different brand of alcohol , and sob out on the butler 's shoulder that the booze is n't as pure as it used to be when he was a boy ; or he 'll come home at midnight singing `` The Old Oaken Bucket , '' and act generally as if all the water in the world were in the well on the old homestead , and the mortgage on that had been foreclosed ; or from 8 P.M. to 3 G.X. he 'll sit in a small game with a large cigar , breathing a blend of light-blue cigarette smoke and dark-blue cuss-words , and next day , when his heart beats four and skips two , and he has that queer , hopping sensation in the knees , he 'll complain bitterly to the other clerks that this confining office work is killing him . Of course , with all the care in the world , a fellow 's likely to catch things , but there 's no sense in sending out invitations to a lot of miscellaneous microbes and pretending when they call that it 's a surprise party . Bad health hates a man who is friendly with its enemies -- hard work , plain food , and pure air . More men die from worry than from overwork ; more stuff themselves to death than die of starvation ; more break their necks falling down the cellar stairs than climbing mountains .