Old MacPherson died and his wife felt that she ought to put an obituary
in the local newspaper. She went into the newspaper office and asked
about the cost of the obit. The clerk said, "The first three words are
free and after that it's $5.00 a word."

"Aye", said Mrs. MacPherson, "I'll think on it a wee bit."

Now Mrs. MacPherson was a true Scot. She went over to the counter and
took out a paper and pencil and began scribbling, scratching out, and
re-writing. Finally, she came back to the counter and presented it to
the clerk. On the paper, she had written, "MacPherson is dead".

"Oh", said the clerk, "You've only written three words. I think old
MacPherson deserves a lot more than that. After all he was quite well
known here in town."

"No, that's all", she said, "that's my three free words, you know. So
just print it." When the clerk showed it to the editor, he was
astounded.

"She can't do that", he said, "Poor Old MacPherson deserved a lot more
respect than that. People will want to have a nice little write-up about
him. Tell the woman we'll give her three more free words." So the clerk
phoned Mrs. MacPherson and told her what the editor had said. "Good",
she replied, "I'll be right over".

When she got back to the newspaper office, she handed the clerk the
revised obituary. On the paper she had written: "MacPherson is dead.
Motorcycle for Sale."

[lyly10388]

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