Rare 40's optimism has us all travelling to the moon on nothing more than a lump of U-235, apparently the only thing we need is a good insurance agent. No word as to why we'd want to meet on the moon next Tuesday. Probably moon business of some sort.
Until the Richmond Hills explosion a little less than a year ago, I would have thought that this 1937 ad selling insurance based on the possibility of a massive explosion was betting on a really remote chance. Now, well...