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An insurance company evaluates many numerical variables about a person before deciding on an
appropriate rate for automobile insurance. A representative from a local insurance agency selected a
random sample of insured drivers and recorded, X, the number of claims each made in the last 3
years, with the following results.
X f
1 14
2 18
3 12
4 5
5 1
1. Referring to Scenario 2-1, how many drivers are represented in the sample?
a) 5
b) 15
c) 18
d) 50
ANSWER:
d
TYPE: MC DIFFICULTY: Easy
KEYWORDS: frequency distribution
2. Referring to Scenario 2-1, how many total claims are represented in the sample?
a) 15
b) 50
c) 111
d) 250
ANSWER:
c
TYPE: MC DIFFICULTY: Moderate
KEYWORDS: interpretation, frequency distribution
3. A type of vertical bar chart in which the categories are plotted in the descending rank order of the
magnitude of their frequencies is called a
a) contingency table.
b) Pareto chart.
c) stem-and-leaf display.
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d) pie chart.
ANSWER:
b
TYPE: MC DIFFICULTY: Easy
KEYWORDS: Pareto chart
SCENARIO 2-2
At a meeting of information systems officers for regional offices of a national company, a survey was
taken to determine the number of employees the officers supervise in the operation of their
departments, where X is the number of employees overseen by each information systems officer.
X f_
1 7
2 5
3 11
4 8
5 9
4. Referring to Scenario 2-2, how many regional offices are represented in the survey results?
a)5
b) 11
c) 15
d) 40
ANSWER:
d
TYPE: MC DIFFICULTY: Easy
KEYWORDS: interpretation, frequency distribution
5. Referring to Scenario 2-2, across all of the regional offices, how many total employees were
supervised by those surveyed?
a) 15
b) 40
c) 127
d) 200
ANSWER:
c
TYPE: MC DIFFICULTY: Moderate
KEYWORDS: interpretation, frequency distribution
ANSWER:
a
TYPE: MC DIFFICULTY: Easy
KEYWORDS: histogram
Halfway between the ranch and the canyon Wichita Billings met her
father and two of his ranch hands. Faintly they had heard the shots from the
direction of the canyon and knowing that the girl had ridden in that
direction they had started out to investigate. Briefly she told them what had
transpired and Billings was frankly puzzled.
“Must have been a reservation Indian on pass,” he decided. “Maybe
some buck we give grub to some time.”
Wichita shook her head. “I never seen him before,” she said, “and, Dad,
that siwash wasn’t on no pass, he was on the warpath—paint, fixin’s an’ all.
He didn’t have nothin’ on but a G-string an’ moccasins, an’ he was totin’ a
young arsenal.”
“Ol’ Geronimo’s been out quite some time,” said one of the hands;
“most likely it was one of his Cheeracows. Wisht I’d a-been there.”
“What would you a-done?” inquired the girl, contemptuously.
“They’d a-been one more good Injun,” boasted the man.
“Say, if you’d been there they couldn’t no one of seen your coat-tails for
the dust, Hank,” laughed the girl as she gathered her horse and reined
toward the ranch again. “Besides I think that buck was one pretty good
Indian, alive; the way he took my part against Cheetim.”
“They ain’t only one kind of a good Injun,” grumbled Hank, “an’ that’s
a dead one.”
ARKNESS had fallen, but the night was still young when a fire
D appeared upon the summit of a lonely hill above the village of Casas
Grandes. It burned steadily hour after hour, tended by a single, silent
figure. Into the hills about and out across the valley it signalled to the
scattered braves, and through the silence and the darkness of the night
shadowy forms, soft-footed, mysterious, converged toward the shining
beacon.
As Shoz-Dijiji kept the signal fire he thought upon the events of the day
and he was puzzled. He could not understand why the Mexican had
interceded for him, taken him to his home, fed him, and, after dark, turned
him loose without any slightest expectation of reward, not even a remote
hope of reward. And for the first time in his life, perhaps, there was forced
into his consciousness recognition of a quality of the soul of the very
existence of which he had hitherto been ignorant—unselfish gratitude.
The Black Bear was a highly intelligent, reasoning human being and so,
as he thought the matter out during the long hours of the night, he came to
the conclusion that the only motive the woodchopper could have had was
prompted by a desire to repay Shoz-Dijiji for his kindness with a like
kindness.
Such an attitude of mind directed upon an enemy was at first quite
beyond the experience of one Apache-bred and for this reason difficult to
grasp fully; but when the facts finally convinced him they induced a certain
warmth within his breast that was new and strange. He thought now of the
Mexican woodchopper as a brother. He would repay him. If necessary he
would lay down his life for him, for to such extremes does the pendulum of
the savage heart swing, and none may guess the depth of feeling masked by
the trained muscles of the savage Apache face.
Four times from the valley below a coyote yelped and the reveries of
Shoz-Dijiji were broken. With four similar yelps he replied. An owl hooted
down from the hills behind him; from the north came the scream of a
bobcat. And each in turn was answered from the signal fire.
A shadowy form appeared but Shoz-Dijiji was hidden behind a bush. A
whispered word was spoken—a sacred, secret word—and Shoz-Dijiji arose
and came forward, greeting a squat, great-chested Be-don-ko-he. One by
one, then, they came in about the signal fire—two, three, five, ten—until at
last a dozen warriors were gathered.
Shoz-Dijiji picked up some loose stones and arranged them in a line
pointing toward the village of Casas Grandes. He leaned them one against
another with the sides that had been down, and were marked by contact
with the earth, turned upward; that any who might arrive later could read
plainly that he who had laid the signal needed assistance in the direction of
Casas Grandes. He placed more fuel upon the fire and withdrew to a little
distance, followed by the other warriors. There were older warriors and sub-
chiefs among them, but they came and listened to Shoz-Dijiji; and when he
had finished speaking they signified their willingness to follow him, for not
only was he a war chief among them, but he had conceived the plan that he
had just explained to them and was therefore entitled to lead whoever
agreed to accompany him.
The village of Casas Grandes slept, perhaps a less troubled sleep than it
had enjoyed for many a long month, for had not the feared Apaches of the
north been routed, had not many of them been killed and many taken
prisoner? No wonder the village of Casas Grandes slept in peace as the
barefooted soldiers of the guard paced their posts about the prison corral of
the Apaches, as a dozen silent forms crept down out of the hills, slinking
into the shadows of the little buildings of Casas Grandes, as el general rode
swiftly from the south to witness the execution at the coming dawn.
From hidden places about the corral a dozen pairs of savage eyes
watched the sleepy sentries pacing to and fro, watched the building that the
soldiers were quartered in, waited for the signal from Shoz-Dijiji. At last it
came—a figure rushing through the dark, a figure that threw itself upon the
nearest sentry with the savage ferocity of a wounded jaguar, wrenching the
rifle from astonished hands, striking down the poor peon with brutal
savagery. At last Shoz-Dijiji was armed again!
This was the signal! From all sides other men, terrible men, leaped upon
the sentinels; but not until the shouts of the Mexicans had alarmed the
soldiers in their barracks did the attackers utter a sound, for such had been
the orders of Shoz-Dijiji. As the first of the guard turned out they were met
by the savage war whoops of the Apaches and a volley of rifle fire that sent
them stumbling into momentary retreat. A few braves, detailed by the war
chief, leaped into the corral and cut the bonds of the captives. There were a