11Apr09

A census-taker working in lower New York on the East Side, came to a tenement that was literally crowded with children, and observing a woman bending over a was tub he addressed her as follows:
"Madam, I am the census-taker; how many children have you?"
"Well, lemme see," replied the woman, as she straightened up and wiped her hands on her apron. "There's Mary and Ellen and Delia and Susie and Emma and Tommy and Albert and Eddie and Charlie and Frank and----"
"Madam,' interrupted the census man, "if you could just give me the number---"
"Number!" she exclaimed, indignantly. "I want you to understand that we ain't got to numberin' 'em yet. We ain't run out o' names!"



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