The Census Taker

It was the first day of census, and all through the land each pollster was ready…a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride, his book and some quill were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there; Toward Continue Reading

The Puzzled Census Taker

“Got any boys?” the Taker said To a lady from over the Rhine, And the lady shook her flaxen head, And civilly answered, “Nine!” “Got any girls?” the Taker said To the lady from over the Rhine, And again the lady shook her head And civilly answered “Nine!” “Husband, of Continue Reading