As the new year approaches, the time for census-taking will again be here, as happens every ten years. The last time the census was taken, Pa made his contribution early and decisively.
While sitting on his porch, Pa was engaged in a serious whittling session. He was lost in contemplation, having recently heard that certain of the large retail chain stores will take most anything back at this time of year and not ask for a receipt, and considering whether this might not be the basis for a loophole in his marriage license. Whereupon, a young man walked up with a pad and pencil in his hand approached the house.
"What are you selling young man," said Pa.
"I'm not selling anything," the fellow said. I'm the Census Taker."
"A what ?" Pa asked, in his most excessively literal tone.
"A Census Taker. We are trying to find out how many people are in these United States."
"Well," Pa replied, "you're wasting your time with me--I have no idea whatever."