A Long-Lived Family
A “dime museum” manager, having heard of a man 123 years of age, journeyed to his home to try and secure him for exhibition purposes.
“Well, my friend,” said the museum manager, “the proofs of your age seem to be all right. Now, how would you like to come to my place, just do nothing but sit on a platform and let people look at you, and I will pay you $100 a week?”
“I’d like it all right,” answered the aged man. “But I couldn’t go, of course, unless I had my father’s consent.”
“Your father!” gasped the manager. “Do you mean to say your father is alive?”
“Yes, indeed,” replied the man.
“Well, where is your father? Home here?” asked the manager.
“Oh, yes,” was the answer. “He’s upstairs, putting grandfather to bed!”