there are no obits
on front page but the one am
waiting for, will be …
Search the Google for the line, “There are no obits on the front page,” returns lots of sources but according to legend, this is how Franklin D. Roosevelt himself told the joke:
Every morning a well-dressed man gets off a train and, while walking down the platform, buys the morning’s newspaper from a boy who’s always standing at the same spot on the platform. And every morning the man does the exact same thing: he glances at the front page, scowls, and then hurls the paper into a nearby garbage can. After several months of this, the boy grows curious:
“Excuse me, Sir, I don’t mean to bother you, but every morning you buy a paper, but then you just throw it away after a glance at the front page. Why do you buy a paper if you’re not going to read it?”
“Young man,” the fellow says, “I buy the paper because I want to look at the obituaries.”
“But, Sir, the obituaries aren’t on the front page, they’re in section D.”
“Young man, when the SOB I’m looking for dies, it’ll be on the front page.”
It is taking me less and less time to read the morning papers.
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