He Had Faith in the Doctor
A young English laborer went to the register’s office to record his father’s death. The register asked the date of death.
“Well, father ain’t dead yet,” was the reply; “but he will be dead before morning, and I thought it would save me another trip if you would put it down now.”
“Oh, that won’t do at all,” said the register. “Why, your father may be well before morning.”
“Ah, no, he won’t,” said the young laborer. “Our doctor says he won’t, and he knows what he’s given father.”