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1. If 7A = 5B = 2C; ﬁnd A : B : C.

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By: anil on 05 May 2019 02.10 am

Let $$7A = 5B = 2C = k$$ => $$A = frac{k}{7}$$ , $$B = frac{k}{5}$$ , $$C = frac{k}{2}$$ => Ratio of A : B : C = $$frac{k}{7} : frac{k}{5} : frac{k}{2}$$ = $$frac{1}{7}$$ : $$frac{1}{5}$$ : $$frac{1}{2}$$ L.C.M. of 2,5 and 7 = 70, thus multiplying by 70, we get : = $$frac{70}{7} : frac{70}{5} : frac{70}{2}$$ = 10 : 14 : 35 => Ans - (D)

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