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Show QUITE TRUE An Insurance agent had found 11 new life fo Insure. Taking out his notebook and pencil he commenced to ank the usual hackneyed hack-neyed questions. "Now, sir," he said, "how old are you?" The simple looking little man scratched his head thoughtfully. "I was forty last blr! Inlay," he said, "and I'll be forty-two next" The agent gasped. "But, my dear sir," he smiled, "you've got things a bit mixed. If you were forly last birthday you'll be forty-one next birthday." "Oh, no," said the man. "I'm forty-one forty-one today." |