The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-06-04
EXAMINING cENsUs-TAKERs.
Some OF Mr.. Frankland's Questions
Puzzlers-Eow the Work is Done.

| FuzzlerS-EoW the WORK Is Done.
From the Chicago Nescs.
Supt A E. FARMLAND Of the school CEN
sus bureau, has more TO look after than a
candidate for alderman in the first ward,
while Samuel, his son, is as busy as the
father. The taking of the biennial school
census began yesterday morning. While
one batch of canvassers was out asking
! people pertinent questions, another batch
was trying to answer questions the veteran
| examiner asked them.
'S'pose somebody asks you what this CEN
sus is for, what VIII you sayp queried Mr..
FARMLAND, running his fingers through his
shaggy locks.
The prospective canvasser looked down
at his shoes and said nothing. Ninety-nine
out of every hundred persons in Chicago
| could have done no b7tter, perhaps, but
! Supt. FARMLAND made the poor fellow feel
as if he alone was the only man in Chicago
who couldn't tell why the census was being
| taken.
"Well, it's in accordance with the law
which provides for per capita tax to be
| expended by an appropriation pro rata for
each child in the state who can't go to
| school" was the qnizzical reply, for Mr..
Frankland is well-known jester.
The man caught his breath and indicated
| that be understood
Very we'll, then; step back and let me
get at the next
II must scare those fellows half to death
or | can't get any work out of Them" said
the examiner in an aside.
tall young man with face as red as
Kentucky pumpkin stepped up, and the
superintendent asked him number OF ques-
lions touching his qualifications for the
work. The method of taking the census a
block at time was explained. He wound
up with:
II don't want you to miss a single barn,
shed, smokehouse or chicken coop where
people live. Get every living thing and see
II they can read or write English, are deaf,
dumb, blind, or go to school,"
Suppose some won't answer the ques-
tions9n
Don't s'pose anything of the kind. Go
at each one nicely and explain your bust
ness. Ii you make people think you are
after their pianos. cows. or want to borrow
their clothes wringer, of course they'll not
TALK
Tho man gave way for Daniel O'Connor,
who staggered in.
"This fellow knows more than do" said
Mr.. Frankland, aside.
Daniel removed his hat, and the room
was bathed in a sudden glory. His hair
was slightly auburn. Not having his
smoked glasses with him, MIR. FARMLAND
told the man to put on his hat.
Nv here do you resideW
whats datP
"Where do you live?"
'In de t'urteenp ward"
ibid you ever do this work before"
NAV, butcher kin put it down dat 1
knows how"
Did you hear my discourse yesterday ?"
"D'yez mean de talk ye gih us bout hows
TO git de stuff"
Certainly, my address,"
well, | heard it,"
did you understand itr
81 think l did,
"Well, my good fellow, this goes beyond
the peradventure Of thought" and Daniel
was excused.
Jacob Schnitzberg looked suspicious and
Mr.. Frankland explained to him that his
book was not to score a base ball game in
but TO collect the census. He closed by say
ing:
Now, know just exactly how many
people are living in that district. but want
to see if you can get them. Now CO."
The entire day was consumed in this man.