OLD FOLKS ARE WORTH A FORTUNE

                  Old folks are worth a fortune; With silver in their
                  hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys,
                  lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs. I
                  have become more social with the passing of the
                  years; some might even call me a frivolous old gal.
                  I'm seeing five gentlemen every day.

                  As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get
                  out of bed. Then I go see John. Then Charley
                  Horse comes along, and when he is here he
                  takes a lot of my time and attention. When
                  he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the
                  rest of the day. (He doesn't like to stay in one
                  place very long, so he takes me from joint to
                  joint.) After such a busy day, I'm really tired
                  and glad to go to bed with Ben Gay. What a life!

                  P.S. The preacher came to call the other day.
                  He said that at my age I should be thinking
                  about the hereafter. I told him I do - all the
                  time. No matter where I am - in the parlor,
                  upstairs in the kitchen or down in the basement
                  I ask myself, "Now, what am I here after?"

                                    anonymous